The Mother of All Invention

It's funny, but sometimes being forced to alter a routine introduces you to a better way of doing something.

Since the entire contents of our kitchen were strewn about our dining room yesterday, where we usually do most of our schoolwork, we were forced into the basement with all our schoolbooks. Wonder of wonders,we all preferred it. Madeleine had more table space at my big desk, and squirmy Hank was able to wiggle and shake to his heart's content by sitting on the floor and using the coffee table as a desk. I appreciated the school mess being contained to the basement instead in one of our main living spaces.

The kitchen is painted now and all the pots and pans have found their way back into the kitchen, but our schoolbooks are staying in the basement for now.