The husband, describing his own failures at parenting & why I should hold out hope for him improving:
“It’s like you were expecting me to be a really nice chicken salad sandwich, and I’m more of a PB&J sandwich without the bread. Like there’s some potential there…”
We have established that the husband was using Harold Hill’s tried and true Think Method for putting kids to bed.
The 12yo heard the 7yo playing original Warcraft (yes, at 2am; you parent your way, and I’ll parent mine) say they had “nine food.”
And they’ve been cackling hysterically over the phrase “nine food” for twenty minutes.
I think this is how we now determine bedtime.
The seven-year-old just came and curled up on my lap, all sad that they’d accidentally killed a level 1 critter in Warcraft. It was a seal.
I’ve expected from the beginning that this pandemic would last well into the coming school year. But there’s a difference between knowing something and really feeling it…
I never wanted to do homeschooling. I want to write my novels.