Today Rebecca and I suffered through a little something I like to call "Math is hard". That poor child and I spent at least two hours today working through a page of long division. You know what the problem with doing long division is? There are so many places for it to all go wrong. You make it past the division and hope to not screw up the multiplication. You vault the multiplication only to fall flat on your face with the subtraction.
I am going to make a promise to you oh mighty internet.
Rebecca will never be an accountant.
There are some of us for whom math will always be a teeth gnashing struggle and my dear sweet baby girl and I are card carrying members of this sad yet noble group.
The fact that we spent two hours being bullied by long division is probably the reason I decided to start moving furniture at four o'clock this afternoon when I should have been making dinner. It always starts with just a little bit of dusting or straightening up and before you know it the furniture is being dragged across the floor.
It all started upstairs when I decided to hang the Pottery Barn Kids red gingham curtains that I found last week at the junk store for 2.99. The last time I showed you this spot I was showcasing the wonders of buttons. It was time for a change.
Putting that together put me in a good mood which got me moving things around downstairs.
Notice this quilt in the previous picture?
My great grandmother made that quilt! How did she know that red and green would be my accent colors? I love this quilt, love imagining the beds on which it has lain and the family it has kept warm.
Whenever I rearrange my things I always think to myself, "Ah, there. It's perfect. I never want it to change." Then a month goes by and I'm at it again.
Here's a little poll:
How often to you rearrange your furniture?
A. Monthly of course!
B. A few times year.
C. Once a year to make room for the Christmas tree.
D. I have never rearranged my furniture, only people with ovaries do that.
If you are wondering what Lily did today I'll tell you. She devoted a good chunk of her day trying to convince me to go out to the store to buy her beef jerky. Weirdest. Kid. Ever.