Food In, Food Out...It's All Routine

Alrighty then.  I’m off to a great start.  Only three assignments in, and I’m already behind.  This particular entry for Homeschool Memoirs is about routines.  Should have been written during the week of the 3rd.  What is it now?  The 13th?  Hey, they both have threes in them!  Reminds me of the girlfriend of mine that I ran into at the store just days before my wedding day.  I was to be married on the 30th of July, and I saw her on the 27th.  She congratulated me and said she wished she could have been at my wedding!  Turns out she had read 13th instead of 30th on my wedding invitation.  I assured her she still had an opportunity to witness my fiance make the bravest commitment of his lifetime.  She still didn’t show.   Maybe she thought I said 3rd?  I've heard of fashionably late, but I haven't seen her since.  I should have specified what year. Routines.  I stalled and stalled in hopes that I could actually find some hint of routine in my crazy mixed up life right now.  I even toyed with the idea of cheating on this assignment.  Do you think anyone would have noticed a copy and paste job?  However, unlike some people I know, I pressed on trying to maintain a clear conscience. Couldn’t live with myself any other way, you know. So my checklist/schedule/routine-deprived life goes on.   Hopefully, this deprivation is temporary for I LIVE for the structure of checklists and schedules and routines.  You know how I’m surviving?  I’m attempting to convince myself that my lack of routine currently IS routine. Mental games, Girls.  It’s all about mental games. Here’s a little taste of my “routine”: I plan a meal. I prep a meal. I serve a meal. I eat a meal…sometimes I get to participate. I get a meal extracted from me by my littlest. I clean up from a meal. I clean up same meal again by aiding my three year old in the bathroom. Again, I clean up the meal as my I-can’t-risk-getting-“something”-on-my-hand-five year old needs assistance in the bathroom too. Oh, let’s not forget cleaning up the meal AGAIN via the toddler’s diaper. By this time, infant needs HIS meal cleaned up also…both in spit up and in diapers. I field questions like “Can I have an apple?” with “No, we just ate a half hour ago.” I proceed to forget to exercise to rid myself of said meal. And it all starts again. There you have it.  My routine:  Kitchen to bathroom.  Bathroom to kitchen.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  All because of food.  And maybe, just maybe, I might just get some housework completed or a little homeschool thrown in for good measure.  Some days I even have a chance to run an errand or two…to the grocery store or to my friend’s house to pick up duck eggs.   Food, food, food, food, food. Isn’t food what homeschooling is all about?  Feed the heart, feed the soul, feed the body, feed the spirit, feed the mind… …feed the ego… Did I say that aloud? My brain is beginning to clog and spew on its own; I best go get the plunger... Many Blessings, Holly

Posted: 3:05 PM, Sep. 13, 2008

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