First it was the kitchen curtains, now it was bleach. I dreamed about bleach last night. So this morning, so I put on grubbies, washed a load of white things in bleach, wiped down the kitchen counter with bleach-y scrubbing paste (whatever it’s called, soft something) bleached the black mold off the windows where the condensation had collected, and looked at the clock.
Oops, an hour late to start school time. B was engineering a new mindstorm’s Lego robot, M was building out of recycled plastic cups, K had made a house out of chairs and was "reading" to her stuffed animals, not too bad! So I went back to cleaning, put on a NOVA DVD from the library about Roman Baths (the baths were co-educational, who knew?) DH and I had previewed the DVD the night before. Then I took my bath.
For outside time we ran to the zoo and play ground up the street. So, no spelling, no math sheets, no flute practice (got to get that in after K’s nap) and no guilt.
Like I wrote, things are getting weird around here.