The house stayed together surprisingly well while I was sick. Things just didn’t fall down all the way, even though Jake and I were both sick.
So yesterday I felt better, started decluttering, and the house looks a little bombed. Of course, that makes it sound like it’s the decluttering’s fault. It’s not. It’s my fault for sitting and doing nothing in the moments I could have gotten it together.
That’s how it goes.
Anyway, decluttering feels nice. I’m going to put our house together a little differently, get rid of stuff, and put some things away more neatly It’ll be good.
I read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory out-loud in two days. I’m pretty sure the kids could have sat and listened to the whole thing in one go, but my voice couldn’t take it and other things intruded. That book was written for Thomas.
The kids have taken a sudden leap in listening to longer stories. Jubilee now has the attention span to listen to long tapebooks, or for me to read chapter books, and Thomas imitates her. So much fun. Come to think of it, I’ve finished three chapter books to her in the last couple days. I guess I read to them the same way I read to myself. Who wants only one book going at once?






























