This has been both a cheese-grinder and a low, slow easy morning.
Lovely because there was sleeping in and johnny-cakes and fresh coffee sweetened with maple syrup and hard, fingernails on the edge hard because of a homework packet that Rosey tra-la-la'd her way into my bed with.
Math and trying to teach checking your work to someone who would (to be fair) reeeeally rather be hugging the cat too hard is sorta......difficult.
Especially for the cat. Lucy looked pained.
I'm beginning to see why so many of the kitchen table sessions I remember with my parents were excruciating. (That said, I STILL remember most of the sneaky number tricks that you taught me, Dad. Even thought I bitched A LOT while you were going over [and over, and over] them with me.)
But now even the horror of realizing Rosey learns just like me (oh, I weep, I wail) is fading when faced with a new book and a weekend of doing nothing but what I want to do.