This morning everything was progressing nicely. Iz got up to do her homework only halfway in I realized that while she could easily recite the definition of a metaphor and simile she had no idea what they meant. No wonder homework had been a disaster for 3 straight nights.
With five minutes before she had to leave she remembered she had gym but hadn't bought the uniform yet. Her sneakers were falling off her feet. And her schedule was missing. With 3 minutes to go we're scambling through piles of clean laundry both throwing on clothes and I'm now heading to school with her, unexpectedly, to sort things out. Jack's family morning is in 10 minutes. He was still sleeping when I left the house.
Day 10 is off to a stressful start.