Today was one of those days where I feel like I got a lot done, but now that I look around the house, I can’t for the life of me remember what.

We started out the day with math, I know; the kitchen table was covered with pretzels and pencils and apple slices and an abacus and tangrams and the tangrams puzzle book (the one that conveniently has no solutions in the back, just a note: send $6 for the complete solutions guide!) and a math book or two. All of which are equally necessary math supplies.

And then, after the math… seriously, I have no idea what we did between then and bedtime. There was some reading aloud. There was some reading silently. There was probably some other stuff that didn’t involve reading.

At one point the kids decided to make the living room into a zoo, complete with enclosures and signs and an elaborate hand-drawn map. There was much deliberation over whether the zoo ought to have pythons and cobras, or whether turtles were enough to fill the whole reptile-and-amphibian display. There was also heated debate over whether camels ought to be included at all. (Owen’s position: yes, camels are cool. Abigail’s: no, camels are weird, the last time we visited them at the zoo, all their humps were deflated and flopped over to one side because they weren’t storing water. The imposed compromise: imagine non-weird camels! Voila, problem solved.)

But that’s what the kids did, not what I did. I read some email, I wrote some email. I gave the toddlery person a bath. I made meals, I made snacks, I put people to bed. And… um… that may be pretty much all. But I FEEL strangely accomplished! And that’s what counts, right?

Hmm.

Well.

Possibly not.

I suppose there’s always tomorrow…