My Day Take 1

Oh the bliss of staying home and parenting my four sweet angels.  There is nothing more rewarding than the knowledge of a job well done.  It was a frigid blistery day today.  We snuggled in the warmth of one another's love and cuddled under the soft fabric of my endless patience.  Homeschooling bliss. 

While my oldest two sat at their desk's working diligently my young son and daughter entertained themselves as I made my grocery list for the next two weeks.  Before I knew it my dear ones reminded me that it was time for the promised "wednesday afternoon games".  How could I have forgotten?

We danced to music while the littleslest amused herself by turning the sound on and off, watching us "freeze" then unfreeze.  We recited nursery rhymes and acted them out in pairs.  On and on the games went all the while my perfect roast was baking to perfection in the oven scenting the air with delectable and inticing aroma. 

Game time ended and we all dispersed for our pre dinner activities.  A winter's day bliss.

My Day Take two

Another day trapped inside.  A prisoner of winter's harsh hand.  Forced into cowardice by the cruel wind.  Mocked by each falling snowflake.  One more winter afternoon to entertain four tired, whiny children.  My oldest balked at their assignments.  As if it were news to them that they really did have to write out their grammar sentences.  As though that were not something they have been doing now for five months.  Their supply of sibling affection and good humour was running low and the well in which I drew my patience from was fast drying up. 

I flopped onto my bed and reached for my book.  There was nothing I wanted more than some mommy time after stressing over my grocery list and menu plans.  Then I looked up at the four eager faces at my bedside. 

"it's wednesday." (daughter)

"and"? (me)

"wednesday afternoon game day"daughter

"crap" (me)

We danced to the music and froze each time littlest one paused it.  Littlest one paused too often causing everyone to "freak"  out.  More dancing.  Oldest gets a little too excited and rams an eblow to oldest daughter's chin.  Much crying.  Much.  Red light green light.  Fist in a stomach.  Much crying.  Much.  Nursery rhymes.  Crying.  Can't remember why.  Game time ended.  I turned the t.v. on.  My faithful roast turned on me and scented the irritable air with a less delectable burnt crispy aroma. 

A winter's day ended.  Bedtime: one and a half hours.

:)