My memory has never been great; my memories of school are spotty and I regularly nod along as people reminisce about past events I was involved with but can;t really remember. As R. grows and this little man is about to make his appearance I am resolved to prop up my crummy memory with writing and photos. I'm definitely a visual learner, maybe I'm a visual rememberer as well.
Today's reminisce: I've been slacking on changing the Montessori works in the playroom so rallyed myself (after an hour nap) to create some more. The web has exploded with examples since the beginning of school and I really don't have to be creative, I just have to copy. I spent thirty minutes creating four new "works": a pouring activity with dried beans, a spooning activity with pompoms, a slotting activity with straws and an old yogurt pot and an open/close activity with various bags. R. explored the pompoms and the beans. I repeatedly reinforced the mat and keeping everything in one place, I feel like I will be doing this for a while. So all was good, and then B. came home. I'm making dinner and he complained about having pasta again, then we had the following conversation
"Are these from the packet of beans I bought this weekend?" (shouted from the playroom to the kitchen
"Yes, I used two tablespoons. Why, do you need me to go and buy you more?"
"Yes I do"
DICK. What a dick thing to say. Here are my problems with this dick thing to say. 1. I have used some beans that would have sat in the cupboard for months before he got around to making anything. 2. They are dried beans. 3. If something has happened during the day, there is no reason to snap at me about beans. Urgh. Maybe it's time for some alone time.
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