On the desk here is a tin box full of marbles. This being Canada, it's imprinted with both English and French.
Turns out, a box full of marbles translates to une multitude de billes.
Which is a direct metaphor for this morning.
Cass is finishing an....ambitious....project for his third grade class.It's a desert habitat, complete with research, figurines, and a diorama. While the research part went smoothly, and his papers are typed*, the painting and finishing of the diorama has been.....well, a challenge.
(I'm currently hiding out in the living room so I have to interact as little as possible.)
Not that he's not doing an awesome job. And I'm certainly not against giving him a hand with colour choices and detail work with a toothpick, should it come to that.
But holy God, he's like a room full of weasels to get to concentrate on the task at hand. Three hours, three figurines. And we haven't touched the plants yet. I've finally called a time out to go to town and get more yellow paint and I don't know....break up the drama or something?
And now I'm got the music up loud and I'm listening to them giggle over their lunches. Tempest departed.
*By him. This summer I discovered that Cass likes to write much more if he can type on the computer. Win-win, as far as I'm concerned.
2 comments:
You have my sincere sympathy. I spent yesterday helping a seven year old create a jellyfish costume for Hallowe'en.
Don't know whether my back or my tongue where I kept biting it hurts more.
And don't get me started on her older brother.
Laughing...
Come ON! Just get ON with it, then you can go play!
This is my world too, you have my sympathy x
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