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Monday, June 28, 2010

70 days to go.

The kids being home is a struggle to readjust to. More for them than for me, but it is no picnic for me either. They both have work to continue throughout the summer to prevent the dreaded summer slide. We are not talking about a full fledged curriculum. Just a few worksheets, writing in a journal, and reading. But you would think that there were spikes on the pencils and the papers were poisoned. None the less it gets done, even if my throat is sore from arguing and my patience is exhausted.

After this Herculean struggle the little lovelies want to go to the pool. Like none of this has been going on for the last two hours. Meanwhile, I am ready for a nap, not hours of playing lifeguard, swim instructor and pack horse at a pool RIGHT NOW.

Instead I will insist on mommy getting 15 minutes on the computer to decompress, make lunch and head to the pool, with an understanding that we are not staying all day, and that there will be reading to each other later while mommy does indeed catch a cat-nap.

Lordy how I missed them. I may be exhausted but September may come too soon.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Some days

Some days are harder than others. Today is one of those days.

It was harder to stay asleep last night. By 3:30 I was up and going, and not in a good way.

Getting in the shower was a fight. Why bother getting clean when in a couple of hours just going to ruin it all by exercising.

Getting dressed lately has been hell. I have no interest in any of my clothes. Or rather, how I look in them. Even the pretty ones. Which, regardless, where not going on my chore and exercising doing body.

I pushed and got the kids dressed, fed, and on the bus. I avoided a fight with a neighbor by biting my tongue. That too is not getting any easier.

Some days just walking down the stairs to do laundry is hard. My knees ache and everything is tight. This is one of those days.

Emptying the dishwasher made my hip ache. WTF hip? Knock it off.

Clearly my body is tight, so what the hell, might as well try and exercise to get it loosened up. See, I am full of bright ideas today.

Some days I can't force myself to exercise. Some days I can, and am then filled with dread as I push through it.

Some days I just keep going. Even with the shadow of a migraine, my body betraying me hundred ways, and the intense desire to beg Bear to come home and snuggle with me.

Today was one of those days.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Time for a change?

The end of the school year is closing in on me. A whole year of public school. A whole grade I did not homeschool. Ya know what? It was not so terrible. Sure it had its positives and negatives, but we will be doing it again next year, so I think the scale leaned to the positives side.

Which today led me to the desks that reside in my living room. Really, it is the desk I bought in this post, and an old Ikea table. There was no way I was dealing with these desks until I was SURE that public school was gonna stick. So the Ikea table is going back to the basement for me to fold laundry on. Which is not as easy as it may sound. Because I like to make piles. As so my kids. All that stuff needs homes. So does Little Bear's laptop. Which still gets used, but not daily for schoolwork anymore, so it can probably live in a happy pile with Indy's and mine.

Next I need to decide what I want to do about the cork board. I mean, a cork board is useful and all for school papers, but do I need it to take up such a prominent place in my living room? It distracts from all the Star Wars Legos, Ginormous TV, and artwork. On the positive side, it distracts from cat hair and all those piles I was talking about earlier. Maybe the kitchen would be better suited to house it. Or the kids room...

All this makes me think though. Should I be changing the name of this blog now that I am no longer homeschooling them? Or does just the fact that I am teaching them about all the rest of life still count?

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Girl Talk Thursday: Home Projects – The Good, The Bad, The Necessary

There is a love-hate relationship with home projects and renovations around here. Oh how we love when they are done. It is the getting there that we hate.

It is not just the actual DOING of the work that is disliked. No, that is not the hard part. What is? The decision making, the planning, the gathering of the materials, the budgeting.

An example. Six years ago we moved into this house. We love it here. It is not perfect but it is ours, and really with the best neighbors in the world, what more could this family ask for? (Okay the answer to that is another bedroom or two, but I digress.) When we moved in we painted most of the rooms. We stripped wallpaper, patched holes, primed, edged, and painted for a month. Yes a month. You have no idea how bad it was in here. As time ran out on our impending move we made the decision to postpone the painting of some of the areas - like the bathrooms, hallway and basement. We have since remodeled two of the bathrooms, and painted the last. The basement may never get done. The hallway however. Oh how it mocks me. With it's flat marked up beige. Holes and gouges from bicycles, scooters and who know what.

We made the decision to paint it. Rather, I announced I would paint it and Bear grudgingly agreed to put up with me doing it. However we both know he is much better at spackling and patching than I am. Trust me, this hallway needs it. So we hemmed and hawed about what type of spackle to use. What time of year would be best for painting (moderate temps so we could open the windows please). We finally agreed spring was as good of a time as any and BOUGHT SPACKLE! I even picked up paint chips which are taped to the hallway wall for me to stair at while I type this.

That was over a month ago. No spackling has been done. No paint has been chosen. For heaven sake I could have re-dry walled the thing by now (okay maybe not, that ceiling is pretty high).

Am I mad? No. Because when we finally get this project done there is another dozen or so to follow it. Lurking, with decisions and procrastination just around the corner.

So the hallway will get done when it gets done. And I will promptly want to replace the floors.

Oooh flooring...

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

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