Nov. 10, 2009 So, how do I know if it was a good day?
At the moment, I'm pretty cranky. Tthe kids are watching a video (Oh the shame) dinner is in the oven, the dishes are in the dishwasher and it's running, the bags are unpacked, but I feel decidedly rumpled. All the kids are sick - sore throats, productive coughs, fever. That means that B can't watch K for me, and M and K didn't run around outside today. Add in Halloween candy - and M can't follow directions and remember not to pounce on his brother (who is sick, grumpy and beginning to act like a preteen who wants space.) So, they got underfoot today, but were not so good at helping, or amusing themselves, or getting along with each other.
This day was hard. No nap for Mommy, K fell asleep before lunch, and woke up just as I'd finished reading the Bible to myself.
I did get to answer e-mails, listen to the Circe Foundation mp3 recordings I'd downloaded, and begin to make samples for the Christmas Crafting Fair - but right now I'm so crinkled that if I were wrapping paper I wouldn't use me.
You know what those lectures were about? Getting your kids outside, including beauty in your homeschool, and not using a to-do list as a rubric for your success, seeing how far your students and yourself have become Wise and Godly as a rubric (though teaching them to take standardized tests too so they don't get really nervous about them.)
So, today I did chores, tried to stop quarrels, encourage my kids to play kindly - yelled a lot - and did unpack things. If it was hard, was it good? If it was necessary to have a check off list, was it un-spiritual? Were they talking about different things and I'm conflating the issues because I'm tired and feel bad about scolding?
Yeah, probably.
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Nov. 2, 2009 Congress, What are you doing to Me?
Bet you thought this would be about taxes. Nope. Daylight Savings Time.
I do like waking up and finding that the clock says it's early, but by early evening, my happy girl is having poison hour, and I have to make dinner with her clinging to my knee!
Daylight Savings Time is...Well, I'm a lady, so I don't have words for it. |
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It's not a bad as Alexander's terrible, horrible,no-good, very bad day, but I am very tired and cranky.
Between the baby's teeth, fever and general not-wanting to go to bed, and M's fever and belly ache, I didn't sleep much last night. This afternoon I did get in a nap, but M woke me up to ask me if he really HAD to be in bed, since he felt fine, and then he woke me up because his belly ache was back and he did not feel fine anymore...
I forgot to take B to his dentist's appointment. I HATE it when I forget to look at the calender, it takes off all the shine from the good things I did do that were just, regularly scheduled good things, like clean up baby's throw up (DH actually did that part), feed breakfast to kids that could eat it, laundry insist on spelling lessons, ocarina practice, a trip to the park and stuff we always do. But park trip at 11AM was exactly what we should not have been doing because it was right at the same time as the dentist appointment. And it gave me a heart attack when M walked to where I could not see him, and he did not hear me calling him to respond and I thought he'd been...well, use your imagination.
My Mom just phoned to say that she's happy to take B to his friend's performance of "The Three Musketeers" tonight, I helped make their costumes last week.
I told her all about it. I feel better now. Time to make some coffee.
How do you remember to go to appointments in the middle of days you are in the groove of home stuff? Does anyone really follow the 6 weeks on, one week for appointments for house and bodies idea? Maybe I need to get on a 6 week on, one week for other stuff rotation...maybe I need to learn to use the calender on my e-mail program, I do check e-mail, I don't always remember to look at the calender... coffee, need/want coffee...
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Dec. 17, 2008 When the Baby won't (can't?) Sleep...
All right, All right!
I'll talk.
I'll say I am guilty.
Where is the paper? I'll sign.
What to know the names of my confederates?
I don't have any but I'll make them up.
Who-ever ordered me to be sleep deprived, I'm softened up, so what do you want from me?
I'll cave.
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Oct. 30, 2008 I did blog today..
just not here at my own blog.
I wrote a comment over at Maggie's Notebook
DH took a video on our camera of K scooting down the hall. I'm so glad because she's almost ready to crawl, and I want to document her cute, idiosyncratic way of moving. She's also figured out how to go from room to room when she hears our voices - object permanence must have kicked in!
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When B walked home from band practice at the park, he arrived half an hour earlier than usual, which was odd, because I'd lent him our zoo pass and suggested that he look at the animals as well as play on the play ground. He sat down and said in a voice that sounded like he'd like to be disrespectful but wouldn't, "Mom, please read the member's manual more carefully before suggesting that I go to to zoo by myself, no one under the age of 16 can visit the zoo without an adult!"
Well, I hadn't read the manual, we've been members on and off since B was a toddler, and DH was on a first name basis with some of the keepers, I figured that we knew the deal. I phoned DH to ask him if I should talk to the zoo administrator about the manors of the ticket booth clerk, but he interviewed B on the phone and decided that the person hadn't been rude to B or tried to humiliate him, he'd just been officious and B was embarrassed.
B is so responsible, that when he was playing with K this morning, I heard him say, "Oh, no wonder you aren't laughing, your diaper is full, Don't worry, I'll change you." and he did.
How annoying that he can't go see the animals he's been enjoying since he could barely walk, just because I wasn't there. Some actuary somewhere must have calculated based on a table that young people are likely to do something lethally expensive if they weren't attended by their parents, and with a lion and snow leopard, I suppose lethally stupid could be just plain lethal.
But my son is not stupid. And what is wrong with our culture we are raising a generation that cannot be trusted to go to the zoo until they are 16?
As I washed my dishes, and baked biscotti for the family reunion in a few weeks (biscotti keep really well because they are so dry, so I'm baking them today in the cool weather so I don't have to turn the oven on later when it might be really hot) I listened to my local NPR interview some childhood experts. One said, "Of course some people take sheltering their children to the extent that they homeschool them." I wanted to phone in and tell this story as a, "So there!" and, "Take that!" but I sound stupid when I am angry, and they probably had all their phone lines full by then anyway.
More importantly, I shouldn't be taking revenge, but leaving room for God's wrath, not that the uninformed expert had actually done me any harm, and the zoo officials do need to protect their animals.
I just wish I hadn't set my responsible boy up to be embarrassed by a world that isn't used to responsible children, and limits their freedom by expecting them to be spoiled.
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Jul. 14, 2008 Ow! my head! my head!
I have sinusitis. Everyone is being sweet to me. But part of me wants to alert the universe that this is no fun at all.
OK, I'm done whining now. |
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Nov. 10, 2007 Nice Resale shop and fashion rant
My husband just found a new resale shop in town. He and the boys love to walk downtown on Saturdays, exploring the funny little specialty stores (that usually close in a month or two sadly), and usually bringing home some guava turnovers from the Guatamalen pastry shop. That's one store with staying power. We don't have enough Spanish to order properly, but point and figure out what you got later works fine.
The resale shop had some mittens and hats for the boys too. I used to knit them all, but they loose them (even with idiot strings) or worse declare them to be ugly or scratchy after picking the yarn out themselves. Now I just try to have a basket by the back door with lots of dry mittens, often second hand polar fleece that they can grab when they need them - what depths I've fallen too.
They had a rack of maternity clothes with long sleeved shirts and a dress or two. What a relief! I think I am going to have to sew some nice comfy dresses if I want one, but it's nice to save a little time (I have trouble sewing during the intensive school times).
I went to the mall last week, and all the dresses were short, short, short, the necklines were totally huge, and the fabrics were scratchy. Do clothing manufacturers think every pregnant lady wants to look like she's wearing her nightgown in public? Why all the separates? Don't they know with nausia and indigestion, it's nice to skip waistbands? Where are all the dresses and jumpers?
What would I do without friends closets and resale shops. Thanks Annette and Randi! |
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