I woke up this morning with a head full of sawdust (figuratively speaking.) I haven't been getting much sleep this week and it all caught up with me this morning. I also have not had a very good week so I was grumpy as well. Not a good combo. I thought I should handle this day proactively instead of reactively so I called today a school holiday. I knew that there would be a high risk for yelling and screaming today (on my part) so I decided to remove the risk and not do school.
Needless to say, the kids were okay with my idea. I have to give them credit, though. They didn't whoop it up. They just said okay. But I could tell by their 'okay' that they were dancing in their heart at the thought of a break so soon at the beginning of the school year. Oh well, they are entitled to some dancing.
I was so tempted to spend my day off curled up on the couch reading To Kill A Mockingbird until I finished it. But the endless list of 'things to do' that crowded my brain screamed at me to get moving. I cleaned the yard of the dog's gifts, Why can't she go behind a tree or in a bush? Why does she always have to do it right on the front lawn so the whole world can look at it?
After disposing of the gifts, I timidly approached the bush underneath our family room window, looking all around for bees. There was a hive there last week. We sprayed but we weren't sure how well the spray worked. I was the guinea pig. It worked. Not only is the hive underneath the window but so is the outdoor tap. I haven't been able to wash the van because of those pesky bees (at least that is my story and I'm sticking to it.) I am now free to wash the van, which I did this morning.
By this time, lunch needs to be made. So I ran inside and threw together some spaghetti, meat sauce and cheese toast. I packed it in a bag, gathered the kids and took G.(my husband) his lunch. Then the kids and I went off to town for another park day with some other homeschoolers.
It was a nice day off. I'd like to have another one so that I could actually read To Kill A Mockingbird. Maybe in the winter. It's a good thing that book isn't a library book.