If I could get away with it, I’d read my kids Hilary Mantel’s The Mirror and the Light at bedtime so I might actually have time to finish it. As it is, I am so tired at night that I can barely read a few pages before I conk out, which is too bad, because it’s REALLY good. I’m not sure they would go for it. I mean, they haven’t even read Wolf Hall yet (ha)! My best-laid plans have kind of tanked. My kids and I are lucky to get a nature walk in twice a week, and those oral reports I had them doing every day? Well, frankly, I’d rather not say. What, with teaching decimals and how to tell time and how density affects matter, not to mention my work, keeping kids quiet while Daddy is on his fourth Zoom meeting of the day, laundry, cooking and cleaning every two minutes (PLUS figuring out new ways to cook lentils and chicken wings), AND monitoring five new kittens, I have to say I’ve let some of my plans fall by the wayside. I barely make it to the mailbox to see if my new shipment of fabric
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