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man you gotta be super zen with kids. i knew that but like. this is day 8 and i’m really starting to have trouble. it’s a lot. *deep breaths* i can do this
yesterday the 7-year-old pulled off the Band-Aid on the scrape on his middle finger, gave us all (innocently) the finger, and said, “I got this wound in the War”
Dr. Friend worked a scheduled day in the operating room and then as he was about to go home he got the notice that there was a transplant scheduled and he’s not on transplant call anymore but somehow this was his problem. He missed dinner, and staggered home sometime after 10pm when everyone was asleep, and we haven’t seen him since but hope he’s managing to sleep through the bedlam of a homeschool Wednesday morning. (It’s a big house, he’s got experience at this.)
I managed to successfully make sourdough using the bread machine and oven in combination, huzzah. I’ve kept this starter alive for weeks! even though i had to transition it to white flour because i couldn’t get decent whole wheat once i ran out.
my guts are unhappy because we eat subtly different food here and i don’t know what to do to adapt myself. i hadn’t realized, i can’t stand flavored yogurt anymore. I’m a wimp! 😞
we were tidying the living room this morning and there were no survivors.
[image descriptions: two small children dramatically sprawled across a debris-strewn beige carpet. Girl child has her arm over her face. Boy child is facing away but is actually crying, for the record. They got over it but it was real brutal, we are monsters.]
Hope everybody’s holding up okay out there. It’s a Lot guys, it’s a Lot.
man you gotta be super zen with kids. i knew that but like. this is day 8 and i’m really starting to have trouble. it’s a lot. *deep breaths* i can do this
yesterday the 7-year-old pulled off the Band-Aid on the scrape on his middle finger, gave us all (innocently) the finger, and said, “I got this wound in the War”
Dr. Friend worked a scheduled day in the operating room and then as he was about to go home he got the notice that there was a transplant scheduled and he’s not on transplant call anymore but somehow this was his problem. He missed dinner, and staggered home sometime after 10pm when everyone was asleep, and we haven’t seen him since but hope he’s managing to sleep through the bedlam of a homeschool Wednesday morning. (It’s a big house, he’s got experience at this.)
I managed to successfully make sourdough using the bread machine and oven in combination, huzzah. I’ve kept this starter alive for weeks! even though i had to transition it to white flour because i couldn’t get decent whole wheat once i ran out.
my guts are unhappy because we eat subtly different food here and i don’t know what to do to adapt myself. i hadn’t realized, i can’t stand flavored yogurt anymore. I’m a wimp! 😞
we were tidying the living room this morning and there were no survivors.
[image descriptions: two small children dramatically sprawled across a debris-strewn beige carpet. Girl child has her arm over her face. Boy child is facing away but is actually crying, for the record. They got over it but it was real brutal, we are monsters.]
Hope everybody’s holding up okay out there. It’s a Lot guys, it’s a Lot.
