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I don't know when our first official day of school will happen.
No. I don't.
If I had my way, it would be, oh, I dunno.
May.
Even though I don't know when the 2010-2011 school year is going to start. Officially. At all.
I've got school supplies.
I chose today - completely at random - to do this shopping.
It was one of those moments, "Hey. Now is good."
On the way there, I warned the kids. I warned them good.
"If my headache is worse when we leave this store, we will go no where else. We will head. straight. home. Do you understand?"
Apparently, this warning was best heeded by Mini-Me. The responsible adult in our group. She practically stressed out before we left the office supply store. I bought her some pink stuff to make it up to her, though. She likes pink.
We ended up with crayons, markers, colored pencils, erasers, sharpeners for the colored pencils, a few packs of paper (Why are they so small nowadays?) and a few odds and ends. Because I like odds and ends.
When we left, the timing was perfect. Bubbles, who seems to choose when it is conducive to her to obey and when it is not, decided to stand in front of the automatic doors. We'd move her away. Then she'd go back when we were distracted by the actual purchasing of the supplies.
She sent the automatic door into shock. I think she had help, but I'm not sure. I was purchasing.
J-man kept shoving things at James the clerk. "I just want to help it go faster."
"James is going as fast as he can. It just seems slow because you're 6."
James agreed with me.
We went to Target after we left Staples. We got a nifty Dora backpack for Bubbles, because "Hey, it's cool." We got Mini-me a new pencil case and we went Lego shopping.
The rest of the trip was fine. We had fun, I think. It wasn't awful. There was no fit in the store. Always a good sign. There was no fit when we were leaving the store. Definitely a good sign.
The evening was a bit rocky. I'm not sure why. It just was. Tensions were building, I guess, and decided to break over playing with the new box of Legos. J-man was especially sensitive.
Still. Something must have gone right somewhere.
As he was snuggled in bed, being told to be still (for the umpteenth time) he sighed and said, "I like my family."
Aw. ... Melt my heart.
I needed to hear that. Sometimes I wonder if they're all going to move to the four corners of the globe.
So tonight at least.... We're all good. I realize that has nothing to do with school supplies...but it might not have happened if I hadn't had that random moment to buy Cray0la products.
I'm okay with that.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
I gave birth to a Hobbit
I'm not entirely sure I know how that happened, either. This birthing of a Hobbit. I mean, The Professor is 6'0 and quite human. I am 5'2" and also quite human.
Bubbles, who is enjoying being big and brushing her teeth on her own, is apparently a Hobbit. I'm not talking size.
She is the one child most built like me. She looks like me, too.
I mentioned to my grandmother "She's built like me." and my grandmother said, "Awwww" with much pity in her voice.
Sigh. she'll happily tell you all that's wrong with you, too.
A Hobbit, if you don't know, enjoys many meals through a day. I found the Feeding Schedule. It comprises of:
1. Breakfast
2. Second Breakfast
3. Elevensees
4. Lunch
5. Afternoon Tea
7. Supper
I've determined that Bubbles eats like a Hobbit. She will eat a little bit of this or that, determine she's full and then wait to see what everyone else eats. Or even decide for herself that it's time for a second breakfast.
If Bubbles doesn't like what she has on her plate, she'll gleefully eat from yours. She cares not for your personal space or preference. Food is for sharing.
Bubbles brings a completely different dynamic to the family than what I might have expected. She is the one child that, if she decided, could be president. Of ANYTHING. Considering she's behind many of the fights in the house, she won't be instigating world peace. But whatever she's president of, I'm fairly certain they'll eat well.
Bubbles, who is enjoying being big and brushing her teeth on her own, is apparently a Hobbit. I'm not talking size.
She is the one child most built like me. She looks like me, too.
I mentioned to my grandmother "She's built like me." and my grandmother said, "Awwww" with much pity in her voice.
Sigh. she'll happily tell you all that's wrong with you, too.
A Hobbit, if you don't know, enjoys many meals through a day. I found the Feeding Schedule. It comprises of:
1. Breakfast
2. Second Breakfast
3. Elevensees
4. Lunch
5. Afternoon Tea
7. Supper
I've determined that Bubbles eats like a Hobbit. She will eat a little bit of this or that, determine she's full and then wait to see what everyone else eats. Or even decide for herself that it's time for a second breakfast.
If Bubbles doesn't like what she has on her plate, she'll gleefully eat from yours. She cares not for your personal space or preference. Food is for sharing.
Bubbles brings a completely different dynamic to the family than what I might have expected. She is the one child that, if she decided, could be president. Of ANYTHING. Considering she's behind many of the fights in the house, she won't be instigating world peace. But whatever she's president of, I'm fairly certain they'll eat well.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Dear Diary ... Or not.
Well now. I am absent for a while and Blogger changes things around. Ooo Shiny.
Wait. Easily distracted and new blogger features = a scattered blog post.
Oh, who am I kidding? If my blog posts are cohesive, it's a good day. :D
I haven't forgotten that I have a blog. I've just haven't been sure what to post about.
I've never been a person who can write, "Dear Diary...." and then pour out my heart. It always sounds bogus. I remember one diary entry where I was livid with my brothers and hoped my parents realized what jerks they were being and how put-upon I was.
My imaginations were ... laughable.
I know when my emotions have the better of me. Sometimes I can handle it and have the appropriate weapons at hand. Other times, I don't. This last month has been such a "don't" time. It was like being in a constant storm of pelting rain. Rain for all sides. An umbrella would have been useless. Hiding was pointless, because there was no place to hide from the storm.
Yet I tried.
finances are hard. The Professor's work is beyond stressful. The kids are all in difficult stages of life. We had a $1500 car bill. Then there's dentist appointments.Bills. Fear coming from all sides. Doubts.
Life has not been fun. Still.
One thing I can say, that even in the midst of it, I can still say God is God.
But it's been such a life that Blogging hasn't been much of an attraction. All I wanted to post was the sort of stuff that would start with "Dear Diary".
Like I said, I've not been fond of the "Dear Diary" form of venting for me.
Mostly because I feel silly doing it.
I did try a poem. It turned too melancholy, even for me.
It made me cry.
I could post about the lack of school work over the summer. I had plans. GREAT plans, I tell you!!!
Then we got to summer. We got to only one subject apiece for the big kids. Then I realized they were burning out. So We took a break. It was going to last a week. It's lasted for a month.
now I don't know when I want to start back up to school.
I've NEVER been one of those homeschool moms who claim that it will last forever. This year, I was tempted to put at least two kids in school. The Professor doesn't want to participate in the public schools. This is the first time in five years that he's said anything about it.
So we have our ABeka curriculum waiting for us to sort, unbind, and begin. I'm not sure I want to.
But. We keep going on.
I can't say that Facebook has kept me from blogging.
I've been writing fiction, though. And that tickles me to write. I never thought I could live without the outlet of my blog. It's rather amusing, to be honest. I haven't been quite sure what to share. And a writer does like to be read. Otherwise, what's the point?
2010 will go down in history as not a good year. Probably a transitional year. The professor is working on taking a major test for his career. I've been writing. The kids have been growing.
I remember being frustrated with the phases of life but at the same time I found joy in them. I am not sad that we're out of the baby stage of life. The fact that Bubbles will be 5 on her 2011 birthday does not bother me. I'm thrilled with it.
Mini-Me will be 12 in October.
G-man turned 10 in June.
J-man turned 6 in April.
Oh, and I turned 37 in June. If anyone is going to have a mid-life Crisis, it'd be me.
I have so much I want to do. I'll be glad to simply take all four kids to the store without having to chase someone down the aisle. Okay. Bubbles is not much fun to shop with. She tends to scream and pitch fits. in the store. or leaving the store. or going into the store. She isn't overly picky.
And she's frightened of automatic toilets.
I know life will get better.
There are promises God has given us. And since He is still God - those promises will take place.
The song I posted before, The "life is wonderful song" - came to me in the morning during all this. The chorus "lalalalalife is wonderful" played in my head. The more I listened to the song, the more I realized how much it was meant for me.
We are in a transition time. As tough as it is, we can rest assured that there will come an end.
We don't know what it looks like.
We don't know if we'll be moving.
We don't know if we'll still be homeschooling.
But it will be wonderful.
Wait. Easily distracted and new blogger features = a scattered blog post.
Oh, who am I kidding? If my blog posts are cohesive, it's a good day. :D
I haven't forgotten that I have a blog. I've just haven't been sure what to post about.
I've never been a person who can write, "Dear Diary...." and then pour out my heart. It always sounds bogus. I remember one diary entry where I was livid with my brothers and hoped my parents realized what jerks they were being and how put-upon I was.
My imaginations were ... laughable.
I know when my emotions have the better of me. Sometimes I can handle it and have the appropriate weapons at hand. Other times, I don't. This last month has been such a "don't" time. It was like being in a constant storm of pelting rain. Rain for all sides. An umbrella would have been useless. Hiding was pointless, because there was no place to hide from the storm.
Yet I tried.
finances are hard. The Professor's work is beyond stressful. The kids are all in difficult stages of life. We had a $1500 car bill. Then there's dentist appointments.Bills. Fear coming from all sides. Doubts.
Life has not been fun. Still.
One thing I can say, that even in the midst of it, I can still say God is God.
But it's been such a life that Blogging hasn't been much of an attraction. All I wanted to post was the sort of stuff that would start with "Dear Diary".
Like I said, I've not been fond of the "Dear Diary" form of venting for me.
Mostly because I feel silly doing it.
I did try a poem. It turned too melancholy, even for me.
It made me cry.
I could post about the lack of school work over the summer. I had plans. GREAT plans, I tell you!!!
Then we got to summer. We got to only one subject apiece for the big kids. Then I realized they were burning out. So We took a break. It was going to last a week. It's lasted for a month.
now I don't know when I want to start back up to school.
I've NEVER been one of those homeschool moms who claim that it will last forever. This year, I was tempted to put at least two kids in school. The Professor doesn't want to participate in the public schools. This is the first time in five years that he's said anything about it.
So we have our ABeka curriculum waiting for us to sort, unbind, and begin. I'm not sure I want to.
But. We keep going on.
I can't say that Facebook has kept me from blogging.
I've been writing fiction, though. And that tickles me to write. I never thought I could live without the outlet of my blog. It's rather amusing, to be honest. I haven't been quite sure what to share. And a writer does like to be read. Otherwise, what's the point?
2010 will go down in history as not a good year. Probably a transitional year. The professor is working on taking a major test for his career. I've been writing. The kids have been growing.
I remember being frustrated with the phases of life but at the same time I found joy in them. I am not sad that we're out of the baby stage of life. The fact that Bubbles will be 5 on her 2011 birthday does not bother me. I'm thrilled with it.
Mini-Me will be 12 in October.
G-man turned 10 in June.
J-man turned 6 in April.
Oh, and I turned 37 in June. If anyone is going to have a mid-life Crisis, it'd be me.
I have so much I want to do. I'll be glad to simply take all four kids to the store without having to chase someone down the aisle. Okay. Bubbles is not much fun to shop with. She tends to scream and pitch fits. in the store. or leaving the store. or going into the store. She isn't overly picky.
And she's frightened of automatic toilets.
I know life will get better.
There are promises God has given us. And since He is still God - those promises will take place.
The song I posted before, The "life is wonderful song" - came to me in the morning during all this. The chorus "lalalalalife is wonderful" played in my head. The more I listened to the song, the more I realized how much it was meant for me.
We are in a transition time. As tough as it is, we can rest assured that there will come an end.
We don't know what it looks like.
We don't know if we'll be moving.
We don't know if we'll still be homeschooling.
But it will be wonderful.
Monday, July 19, 2010
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