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Powered by LifeTypeSo last week I was worn out with the extra work that unexpected messes bring. Today I'm tired but happy about it.
Yesterday, Jon left very early to go on the church men's retreat. Our morning at home started out pretty badly (bickering/fighting) and the boys had to go run around the house in the rain (10 times for Noah, 20 for Jonathan). But that did its job and the morning chores got done well after that. Then was lunch, afternoon chores, special times, not too eventful (which is good!).
Then, the really good parts started! Jonathan had been wanting to make some French bread, and I suggested he make some for his youth group mock sleepover that night. So, Jonathan got out my Laurel's Kitchen Bread Book. This was his first attempt at making bread by hand, but he had read the directions thoroughly. His kneading was pretty vigorous ("What's that banging?" I thought from the other room.) but he did a great job. He started the first rise at 3pm. I was surprised that he put the dough to rise in a cool place, but he insisted that's what the directions said. He was right. Then as I read through, I realized there was no way it was going to be done before his 6:30 start time. French bread takes a VERY LONG TIME! So he made graham cracker, chocolate, marshmallow treats. (More)
Thursday morning, we wake up to find mouse droppings and other evidence all over the kitchen. Result: big kitchen scrubdown.
Friday morning, Noah wakes up to find that the silly putty he fell asleep with is now melted into his pants, sheets, and blanket. Result: big fabric scrubdown.
This morning, the boys wake up with pink, swollen, itchy faces. It turns out they have been making Indian bows and arrows with poison ivy vines for the bowstrings. Result: big boy scrubdown.
(We're still in the middle of that. I haven't yet gone out to spray the loads of poison ivy that turns out to be in their fort area. And who knows how much poison oil they've tracked all over the house...)
I really hope that tomorrow is a day of rest.