The Sound of Silence

 

Here Zibbi practices looking like she hasn't made it during ice skating.  Maybe not the best past time during a pandemic.  

Typically, as I am getting ready for the day, Zibbi will request assistance.  She is skilled at bursting into the bathroom right at the moment when I am getting dressed.  Yesterday, she thrust her computer in my face, and demanded, "What does this mean?"  I read the screen, it also did not make sense to me, so I inquired if there were further instructions.  Zibbi sighed heavily and explained that there was a SIX minute video she had to watch.  SIX minutes.  Who has THAT kind of time?  She stormed out of the room, at the unfairness of it all.

Then, this morning, again as I was getting dressed, Zibbi requested I come to her room to help.  This was right after, Benja had  informed me that he NEEDED to show me some things, requesting that I join him for 26 minutes.  To which Zibbi responded that SHE actually needed me for 26 minutes.  Typically she comes to me with her laptop requesting help, this time, she insisted that I come to her room.  I arrived and the desk/table we'd set up was cleared off so that she could work in the space.  Unfortunately, this meant that all the desk items were now strewn across the floor, making it an obstacle course to actually get to her desk.  She assured me that she would pick it up "later" (I am taking a page out of her book--Lotta is studying idioms this morning--and using quotation marks in unusual ways.)  

Finally after assisting both Lotta and Zibbi and scheduling a time with Benja to watch the video, I arrived downstairs to write this blog just in time for Thom to be ready for a chat break.  Oh and Zibbi just yelled down that she needs me again.  Like this, "MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM."  I think at some point, I will need to put my headphones on today.  These are the days that Thom proclaims that the children have "broken me", as an extrovert, I can take a lot of people time.  Some days, however, I just need some silence.