Outside my window…
Rather a gray day…not much wind at all and temps in the low 60’s. The paper says that the high today will be 82—perfect!—and then it says a lot of stuff about the government shutdown in my state.
That’s outside my window too. Do not much care for it.
…about the Norwex party that I went to last night and about changing the way that I clean my home. Old habits are very hard to break and yet…I’m still going to host a party next month!
Want to come? Email me if you’re in the area and I’ll send you an invite.
…the light at the end of a very long tunnel. Only two more days until Thursday is here, bringing with it a very, very special reunion!
…is a bit of math and smattering of spelling. We are easing our way back into a pen & paper routine, assuming I can excavate the classroom.
I am also (still) trying to decide if we want to invest in some of Andrew Pudewa’s materials. Does anyone recommend his program?
…leftover jalapeno peach dip from Sunday night, which was yummy, and a big ol’ ham that I popped into the crockpot yesterday. We got back from the beach and were greeted by the most delicious smells…
(LOVE forgetting that there’s a meal in the crockpot and coming home to the surprise.)
Really? You must know?
I’m wearing white flannel jammie bottoms with the words “snooze”, “laugh”, “lounge”, and “cozy” written on them. I am wearing two different slippers—one white, one blue—because there are three extra children sleeping in my room and it was too dark & crowded to find a matching pair.
I am also wearing a sleeveless orange polo and a sand-colored cardigan, because the air is on and sleeveless was cold.
I am not at the moment a fashion queen. I am quite cozy though, and that counts for something.
…a clean home and an organized classroom. For now, that must suffice.
…The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe with the children. I am also reading this book about John Wooden, the former head coach at UCLA, and am greatly inspired by this great man.
…to make the most of this day that God has given me. I am hoping to get a few cards in the mail and to make a meal sometime soon for a couple new moms. Finally, I am hoping to restore a damaged relationship…hoping, and praying, and trying to be at peace.
…in one ear, the chatter of my 8-year-old who is organizing the piano book shelf and needs (God love her) to talk her way through it.
…too much laundry to even be funny and bedrooms that look as if several toy bombs were detonated. I told my kids last night at evening prayer, “We are not doing anything tomorrow until those rooms are tidied up! I don’t care if President Ronald Reagan comes to the door and wants to take you all out for pizza. You’re not going!”
“He’s dead,” Jem intoned.
(He passed the test.)
“Fine. I don’t care if the actors who play Harry, Ron and Hermione show up at our door. I will tell them that you can’t go!”
They laughed but did not believe me.
(I didn’t believe me! But it was a good threat.)
…to drop off a daughter at Adventure Camp this morning—obviously she will clean when she gets back—and to piano lessons this afternoon.
…are a hot cup of coffee and my Magnificat magazine. Today’s morning prayer included this thought: “The unity for which Christ lived and died is not an abstract ideal .It is the result of hard work: suspending judgment, choosing others before self, forgiving, seeking reconciliation rather than nursing hurt pride.”
The metaphor of nursing one’s pride gave me pause because really, that is what I do. I nurse those hurt feelings like they’re an infant—I feed them, and coddle them, and hold them close.
Time to wean, I say!
…our babysitter Megan who returns from Africa next week;
…and Thursday’s much-anticipated reunion!
…Thursday’s much-anticipated reunion;
…and haircuts—gulp—for Cate and Felicity!
Yep, they said. They really do.
Pray for their mother, please, who prefers long hair, but who believes in letting kids have a choice…sometimes!
A (long-haired) little girl on her way to Adventure Camp! Is there anything sweeter than a ten-year-old? I maintain that there is not.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!