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This was one of those days when I found myself looking on-line at the cost of tuition in the local Christian school.
Baby (6/1/06), whose first tooth-cutting seems imminent, would not nap for more than 5 minutes at a stretch. And boy, did he need it. He's crawling, cruising furniture, and practicing his freestanding, along with stuffing every little piece of dog/cat hair, dust bunny, crumb, paper scrap, Bionicle piece, and fragment of just about anything he comes across, into his mouth. (I know, I know -- he seems like such a GOOD baby when you all see him, because when you see him he's out and about and in new and interesting circumstances.) But trap him in our homeschool room and he's H E double toothpicks on wheels. To add to my stress, I tripped going up the stairs and very nearly dropped him. He did bump his head, which left me shaken and upset for 30 minutes. Meanwhile, Oldest Son and Middle Son are taking advantage of my absence (to deal with Baby) to goof off. I find that homeschooling little boys is a whole lot like herding cats. Turn your back, and they just scatter. It just seems to me sometimes that I'm being torn into thirds -- or maybe that there really needs to be three of me to do this job properly. Today, I showed my children all my very worst qualities. Then there was the telephone. Someone needed something that I had to do their own homeschool properly, and to find my house for the first time, you very nearly need to have on-board GPS. It took what seemed like 10 phone calls to navigate them to the right place, and two of those calls woke the baby when I just got him to sleep. And did I mention that he needed to nap very badly? And you may have extrapolated by now that I needed him to sleep even more than he did. Thankfully, SharonKay (who has something very funny that she really needs to blog about) dropped by during Science class and loaned me some sanity. Thank goodness for friends who try very hard to keep keep their chins from dropping to the floor when you share your most frank thoughts! One never wants to tempt God by saying something like "well, tomorrow will surely be better because it couldn't get any worse," but that will be my prayer. Please, God -- let tomorrow be a better day, and let ME be a better, more patient Mommy. |
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