Playing School v. Real School

Yesterday was so peaceful. We played school.
Today, I was up early anticipating some time alone to blog and email friends and prepare for a writing day; sort of forgot about the two cakes waiting on the counter to be decorated for real school's cake decorating contest. It was bottom of the barrel around here ... what could be scavanged from cupboards to decorate cakes, not to mention the cakes themselves were so moist only I could frost without eviscerating them in the process. It took me eleven minutes to smear white frosting on one round cake. "These cakes could win the 'most pitiful' competition." The kids riffed on that theme for awhile, but bless them, they weren't in the least discouraged. Apple-Apple took her time and planned carefully, "Autumn tree with roots," and Albus chucked things on randomly and then declared that it was a composting cake. (Both went with the "eco" theme.)
I should post photos, but honestly ... pitiful. We had five minutes left over in which to eat breakfast, dress, and run to the walking school bus. Poor Kevin was tasked with driving the cakes to school (yes--cakes, not children, how's that for eco madness).
Now I'm upstairs for writing day. Feeling resistant because this last story isn't yielding easily. I'm digging through the cupboards dragging odds and sods off the shelves and tossing the mess onto the blank; a composting story, I suspect, rather than "autumn tree with roots."

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