His: finishing homework, spelling the months and learning abbreviations
The baking of the first loaf pictured resting in the previous post involved what Michael is calling a "thermal incident". Which I am calling "when he dropped the *#!?-ing dishcloth in bottom of the oven and we heated it to 450 degrees F". There was smoke, there was char, there was smouldering, there was stink. Luckily - no flames. Unluckily - no bread. It had to be removed from the oven early to allow for extinguishing/smothering of the dishcloth. If you ask him how he managed it and he explains in a way that makes sense, can you let me know? The kids are curious too, all they know is they were kicked out of the house with the phone speed dialled to 000 in case of flames and then had to play outside for two hours while the stink and smoke cleared.
If all goes to plan I will repeat this process (which really does take about 5 minutes) daily and never buy bread again. Once every couple of week I will be required to make a quite sloppy, yeasty, bubbling mass that is my dough mixture and store it in the fridge, removing grapefruit size hunks for the daily ritual.
Can it really be this easy? I doubt it. Last night while letting the dough mix
I am struggling with stuff at work at the moment and need to put it aside and not give it air to rage out of control inside my head. Instead I am cleaning up a storm (the upside of inner turmoil, the house gets a thorough going over while I distract myself). I am also looking for lovely things in my day. Cake cooling on the bench. Eggs laid by chickens who have made peace with the dog and lovely yellow Craspedia in the hallway...
I am trying, but when I got out of the armchair where I have been re-reading the novel that this pedagogical masterpiece is to based upon I noticed the roses and hippo on my coffee table. Then I noticed the circles of the pouffe and the coffee table. So I took a photo. And now I am posting it.
Posts here have been a little few and far between lately as I try to slip back into work mode without compromising the play, sew, relax, cook, read mojo I developed in the holidays. I will work it out soon and be back with a vengeance I am sure.
So that means that so far today I have walked to school, caught up on the gossip in the school yard (another school mum has started selling Tupperware - Good Grief, for the life of me I can't understand the call of the plastic). I've been to swimming lessons, done some shop type perusing with a birthday gift in mind and am now eating lunch in front of the computer before I clean floors and bathrooms (it is Tuesday after all). I am aiming to squeeze in some time at the sewing machine between cleaning and walking back up the hill to school; at some point a friend is calling in.
Not a bad routine once holidays are over. As I sometimes think to myself but would never utter aloud - holiday from what? This is actually pretty bloody nice.
(photo and feet by Amber)
Sam woke me at 6am in full school uniform. At 7:30 he remembered we had to remove his holiday nail polish. At 7:45 Milly was in tears pondering the misery of Sam's absence during the day. By 8:00 the tears had subsided and Sam was released from his cuddle duty long enough to stand for his Grade 2 memorial photograph...
By 4:30 we were at swimming lessons. Thus the routine has begun. Tomorrow is Milly's first kinder day as well as my first day back at work since December 19th so I am trying hard to suck it up and go with a smile on my face.