So after being up almost 24 hours yesterday, I struggled out of bed this morning…then…Workout. Clean the kitchen. Holler at the children to quit bickering at each other and do their schoolwork. Workout. Holler at children. Eat breakfast….although at 11 am it is questionable whether or not one could call it breakfast. Do scripture study and catechesis with the children. Make them eat lunch. Get the children to clean up the kitchen. Start dinner. Sit down at the computer. Send child assigned to errands for the week to get the mail. Open the school tax bill. Open the check that was supposed to be direct deposited and realize you have to go to the bank. Answer phone call by best friend who wants to know why I am not at my computer in the schoolroom. Assure best friend that you are just going to the bank and will be right back. Go to bank. Talk to actual grown-up. Remember that you promised your husband that you would Rain-X the wind shield and make a mental note to do that when you get home. Rain-X the wind shield. Spot fertilizer on shelf in garage and realize that it needs to be spread on the plants. Fertilize plants. Pull weeds whilst fertilizing. Look at the shaggy bushes that need to be pruned. Go get pruning shears and prune them.
GET THE BEJABBERS SCARED OUT OF YOU BY A SNAKE (that looks VERY like a copperhead but wasn’t) IN THE LIME TREE. (yes, I am shouting.)
Remember that you are a homeschooling mother and that this is a teachable moment. Go get children to examine snake. Tell them that they may NOT kill it with the shovel as it poses no risk. Them them that they may not torment it with a stick either just because they want to see it move. Allow the middle child to get his camera to take pictures. Finally get back in inside the house. Holler at the children to clean up the mess they each indivivdually swear they didn’t make. Finally get upstairs to the schoolroom and sit down to tackle the stack of papers that need to be graded. Struggle with very un-homeschooling-mommy-like thoughts as the children say, “Mom, can we do real-alouds now?” Promise them that you will do read-alouds in 20 minutes. Look at stack of papers….look at blog that hasn’t been updated in [don’t want to count days] and….
Blog.
Sigh, the youngest child who clearly wants to die is saying “Mommy it’s been 22 minutes.”
Dying to self would be so much easier if it didn’t look so ordinary.
2 responses so far ↓
1 Anne // Nov 15, 2008 at 10:54 pm
I resent the implication that I am not an actual grown up. *phhhhhhbbbt*
2 Sister Spitfire // Nov 20, 2008 at 12:41 pm
You’re not a grown-up. You’re my friend! That clearly makes your judgment suspect. [grin]
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