In order to continue my quest to turn this into a happy homemaker blog, (what, would I lose you?), yesterday I baked a crap load of lemon squares for Michael's school bake sale. From scratch. Like scratch, scratch. Not scratch from a mix. And while I tend to be decent cook baking is not my forte.
And really? Bake-sale? In pre-k? I thought I didn't have to deal with this PTA nonsense until he started elementary school. But no, there I was last night baking AND cooking dinner at the same time. And I was not drinking. And I managed to complete both tasks successfully.
I'm starting to be a little afraid of myself. I don't clean and bake and fold laundry and run and go to work all in the same week. I'm not even sure I do that all in the same month. I'm turning into this superwoman overachiever and I think I need to sit down and drink some wine and write some posts about Speidi.
In other news Michael is reading. Site words and sounding out words. Doug has developed this whole game with him where he writes out a treasure map and Michael sounds out the words to find the hidden treasure. He then has to re-write the words to help him with handwriting. Maybe Doug can take on teachmama? (Just kidding, I adore Amy and read her religiously.) (It sounds lame but Michael is way into it and he doesn't think writing letters is such a chore.)
Can I now officially say, SUCK IT OLD SCHOOL WHO TOLD ME MY KID WOULD NEVER READ? No? Fine, I'm over it.
I ended the night with a Bailey's Irish Cream Godiva White Chocolate Liqueur milk shake. I totally made this thing up and it is awesome. And fattening. But man, I totally deserved it.