(Vol. VII for Me)
One of the reasons why I’m running my “Face of Four” series is for nostalgia’s sake. You see, Angela’s gone missing and I haven’t seen her for, oh, three days now?
She’s in her room somewhere.
Not to worry.
In other news, I have dropped my quilting class because it was just Too Much. That’s right, I am a Big Fat Quilting Drop-Out, and hey, I’m sorry but it was just Not Relaxing to be the only mother of five in a class of five where all the other women were cranking out the quilt squares like nobody’s business and I was still struggling to get my machine threaded. (Cue the violin concerto.)
Before deciding to drop the class, my husband had me make a list of pros and cons. The “pros” list had one item on it; the “cons” list, thirty-seven.
The good news is that I am now home on Tuesday evenings. The bad news is that I now have this huge stash of beautiful fabric just sitting there on the shelf.
(Um, did I just say that was “bad” news?)
Take Number 2 was exceedingly link-y, wasn’t it? Did you know that on my computer there is this feature where all I have to do is hover over the link and it shows up on the status bar at the bottom? Very handy, very much the timesaver.
Do you have this feature? On my computer, it’s listed at the top under “View”. Scroll down and click on “Status Bar.”
I was taking a much-needed Mother’s Retreat in the bathroom yesterday and needed reading material. I called out to Jem to go get me the Catholic Heritage Curricula catalogue off the ledge (i.e. hotspot) where all the mail was.
“Is this it?” He slid a Taste of Home magazine under the door.
“No, honey. It says ‘Catholic Heritage Curricula’ on the cover.”
He was gone for several moments. When he returned, he’d found the catalogue but had to chastise me good-naturedly, remarking, “I must say, those words on the cover were not very big.”
And he was right.
It seems to me that this little scenario is reflective of so much about the homeschooling journey. So often we assume that the answer is obvious and it just isn’t.
I’ll step down from my little podium now.
My boys are leaving on Sunday to spend a half a week with Grandpa. He has a hobby farm in central Minnesota and will be teaching my little suburbanites all about horses. (Grandpa’s got three of them. We have none.) The boys have read all sorts of equestrian books (of the black and yellow “For Dummies” variety) and feel ready & excited for this adventure.
Will they still complain about picking up Ellie’s poop after shoveling load after load of horse manure?
Speaking of my two sons.
The other night my husband and I were quietly conversing about our summer plans, which include sending the boys off on many extended camp-outs. After spending several moments of (more or less quietly) freaking OUT at the thought of losing my precious sons to God knows WHAT throughout the course of all these camp-outs, I paused to reflect, “You know, maybe I should just stop worrying about the future and trust that God knows what He’s doing.”
My husband seemed to think this was some sort of break-through on my part.
I don’t know why.
I dreamt last night I had my baby.
It was a boy.
He was very cute. : )
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And have a beautiful weekend, everyone!