FRIDAY
I’m running out of answers. Sounds profound, but it isn’t. With most of reality currently unrecognisable, I need a new set of final answers for the unanswerable questions of daily life.
Why can’t we have chocolate cereal during the week? Because it’s too sugary; and we might run out. {Good}
Why do I still need to go to bed at 9.30pm? Because it’s a school night. No, it isn’t. {Tricky}
Why do I have to wait until 5.30pm for screen time? Because you’ve been looking at a screen all day. But that’s for schoolwork. {Fail}
I have no idea how I’ll keep working from home over the two-week Easter holiday. The children are fed up and need a break, but I’m not sure how to fill their time when they can’t go out. They can be pretty distracting when they’re unoccupied.
At 11.03am messages are pinging in for the 12-year-old, seemingly endlessly. The eight-year-old asks what there is to talk about for hours and hours? An exaggeration, obviously.
I helpfully point out that she obviously has no more work to do, because she’s finished it all.
Without looking up from her phone, she tells me that she DOES have work to do; she just isn’t doing it.
Well, that’s cleared that up.
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