Learning to embrace the "and"
Last night two of the kids needed help with their math. TWO KIDS. NEEDED HELP. WITH MATH. I hate math. It has never been my strong point. Bill, of course, was a math genius. I was trying to make dinner, deal with my whining 4-year-old, and help the two of them all at once. Naturally I started crying. This is total bullshit, I thought. He should be here, doing this with them. He was so much smarter than I am. Math, among other things, was definitely his wheelhouse. This is so unfair. After I made dinner I managed to pull myself together and figure out how to teach long division AND measurement conversions. Thanks YouTube. A couple days ago I was working on Owen's baby book, which I swore I would have finished by his fifth birthday and I have exactly three weeks to make good on that. Needless to say this little activity was torturous and should have been paired with a bottle of wine. Off to the liquor store I go. Kidding. Sort of. Blake's cyclocross coa...