Joe read me a book for the first time -- what a treat! It was a library book about the duck-billed platypus. He sailed effortlessly past "mammal" and "mouthful" and "worm." I haven't pushed him to read to me because he's made a big fuss about not being a good reader. I was astonished.
Marty told me after bedtime prayer that he wants to be a priest, and also that he lies in bed every night and worries before he falls asleep. I promised to see what I could find to help him with that. Any ideas?
Alex and I butted heads ALL DAY LONG, but we said a peaceful goodnight and I have some ideas about how to cut down on the head-butting. We get along best when it's just the two of us.
Elwood offered to take the kids on a road trip tomorrow, allowing me to stay home and work like a crazy woman!
I am much, much less sick. If normal is New Orleans, I spent the last month in Chicago. Now I'm in Memphis -- not all the way back home but at least I can see the magnolias blooming. I can't even tell you how nice it is.
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