A coworker just came in and complained about the state of the office kitchen.
Anyway . . .
I went home last night and M’s friend MT was there, harassing M for still being in pajamas at 6:00 in the evening. M has been enjoying her free time — she’s been reading a book a day, drawing a lot. Today she says she’s going to watercolor. I’ve even got her emptying the dishwasher and going to the grocery store.
So she’s not cranky.
We made chicken tacos, using N’s recipe, and then we taught MT how to play hearts and she played it in a way that wreaked havoc with all our carefully strategy, honed over years of play. Also, it’s hard to play with three people — too many cards. I love hearts —
At one point in the evening, the girls’ friend S called, wanting them to come hang out with some boys. They talked it over — they didn’t know one boy, and they were tired of the other. Apparently he talks too much — he makes a point, you concede, and then he keeps arguing the point. So they told S they didn’t feel like being social.
MT did extract a promise from M to actually get dressed today and go out and do something with her. We’ll see.