Happy Pi Day, y’all. I…. Didn’t make pie. Considered it. But then… Life. Supper wasn’t even on the table until 7:30.
Pierce lost his handwriting book. I searched and searched. My house is cleaner for it. So is the van. He even searched the yard, in a minor snow shower. I finally gave up – hours and hours later. Then I went to switch laundry loads and found it at the bottom of the boys’ hamper. He swore he did handwriting yesterday. He didn’t. How do I know? I didn’t wash that hamper since last week! Ha. Have I mentioned I HATE losing things? Drives me bonkers. My house is small. Decently clean. How do you lose a textbook?!
Meanwhile, while in the middle of my search, Elliot got a bit too exuberant about the peanut butter sandwich Sterling was making her for lunch. She ran, tripped, and face planted on the ceramic tile floor. Three of her bottom teeth in the front were, at first, laying nearly flat, pushed forward. I consulted our dentist, then performed minor orthodontia, shall we say, and we’ll pray they maintain proper blood flow. So sad. She skipped the peanut butter after all that in exchange for a smoothie.
Tomorrow Eden gets her scoliosis brace. I’m a bit nervous for her. I have a feeling it’ll be a long road.
We’re on spring break this week from co-op. As in… Buckle down and get extra done to wrap up this school year sooner. My children will thank me for it… in May.
In other news, supper was chicken marsala. If you have an instant pot or care to try it without, this recipe was quite good. It took me nearly an hour and a half to get it together in large enough scale to feed ten people, but it was good. Even Elliot, in her fight to chew only with molars, found it worthwhile to try to do decent damage to her plate.