Thinking where to keep son's school things because paper gets bent under the clothes in trunk. Buying another box means finding place for that box also. There is no extra corner hiding in this room. Husband says hang a bag on wall, but daughter will pull it if low, and if high the boy has to ask me every time. I can move my things to bottom and give him the top part of trunk. Only books there, not toy car, not biscuits. Need tell him clearly before doing it. Last time he said he kept homework safe and it was inside the rice container, in a cover, but still I searched everywhere.

Full work today, carrying mortar upstairs. After putting tasla down the top of my head still feels pressed, same round place, even after I remove the cloth. At home daughter wants to put her small bucket on my head. I tell no, enough carrying for today. She puts it on her own head and walks near cot. I wash up to elbows before making rice, water is cool but fingers sting where skin is open. Later I sit with hair loose. Head feels lighter without the cloth tied. Husband asks if I will come shop. I say bring what is needed, today legs have already gone enough places.

Son is reading his school book and says I missed one word when following with my finger. I say read slowly then, but he says he is reading normal only. Little anger came. Not because he knows more, that is good, I want him to know. But he laughs and looks at sister, and she laughs without knowing anything. I close book and tell them eat first. After food he brings it again, sits close without laughing. I follow the line, he waits at the long word this time. I don't ask him to say sorry. We finish two pages, book goes inside bag before daughter can fold it.