Wednesdaaaa- wait, is it Thursday? No, it is, it's Wednesday. These snow days are screwing with my braining.
The children are enschoolenated, with only a minor attitude-fling from each one; Middlest's was predicated on pissyness over Eldest, the last one to the breakfast table, being given some of my pop tarts. Even though they are mine. Even though she'd been saying she wasn't even hungry, and getting her to eat anything was almost tooth-pully. Even though, not two minutes before, she stopped eating what she'd served herself because she was full.
She literally growl-stomped off to the living room. I ended up having to point out to her, before we left for school that yes, he got something she didn't - and that their other brother also didn't. And sometimes that is going to happen, just like sometimes she is going to get things THEY aren't. I pulled out the timely example that her grandmother is giving her money for her best grades, something the boys aren't getting. Then I went on with the spiel on how, frankly the world is unfair. She will get things other people don't. Other people will get things she doesn't, and often not for any real reason. It isn't fair, but it is something that we all need to learn to cope with.
Weirdly, the bad mood cleared right up from that.
At some point, I will get all of them pop tarts.
Anyway, they're all doing the learning thing, and SALM is home on a sick day, resting up. I hit the grocery store to pick up sammich breads and milk, and things for crock pot beef stew (which I will be prepping as soon as I finish typing), and corned beef hash, because I had a hankering.
Today is editing day, because I need to give Mister Doctor Professor an update soon, and I am behind because of the friggin snow days.
Sam Neill is a solid B-student in terms of acting performance. Discuss.