Homeschooling is hard.
Being a mom of 3 little ones is hard, but also homeschooling just really puts the pressure on for me.
I feel like I get nothing done and most days we don't finish everything I wanted to get through with either The Frog or Peach.
Today, I decided to write down all the interruptions to remind me why I don't get everything done.
It really made me feel better.
wanna see?
- Hazel brings me a toy with peanut butter on it for me to clean off so she can play with it
- Hazel brings me a bag with an old, post-frozen strawberry in it, which I soon discover has been smeared on the play kitchen and Hazel's hand/arm
- time-outs and kindness lesson (which is actually 2 interruptions because they must be sent into time-out and then retrieved)
- Hazel has a broken ornament and is eating its pieces. (what the... why?!!)
- Hazel climbed on the play kitchen and couldn't get down
-removing the Legos from the shower so I can take a shower without stepping on Legos
- time - outs and kindness lesson
- Cleaning up the "snack" the kids made for themselves while I was in the shower which involves wiping the table, chairs, bench and sweeping the floor. again.
- Lunch
- Hazel thoroughly spreading the hay meant for baby Jesus's manger and also sampling it. (am I not feeding her enough or what?)
- kid-bum wiping (this one is an every day one. multiple times.)
- time-outs and kindness lesson
- Prepping the lasagna for the missionaries
- Furnace guy comes over to do a regular check-up on the furnace
- Landlord comes by to watch the furnace guy
- We decide to move our furniture around so that The Frog and Peach no longer have to share a room, in hopes of them getting a decent amount of sleep and being less cranky. ALL. THE. TIME.
and those are just the ones I remember...
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Appreciation for thing of the past
I went through a box in our garage today... This is a box of things, mostly from my Senior year of High School, that I packed away before going off to college. And then once I had my own permanent place, my mother (basically) threatened to throw everything from my bedroom away unless I removed it immediately. So I packed up this box, without examining its contents, and placed it in a forgotten place in our garage.
Full of who knows what.
Well now I know what.
Really really important things I just knew I'd want to save.
Like all my AP class notes/assignments/tests.
And all my awesomely folded, secretly-passed-during-class notes. (written in unreadably, brightly-colored ink)
Random ballet poses (some of which I still think are cool, but what do I do with them?)
a super creepy picture of my old physics teacher?!
Some birthday cards (why did everyone seem to know about my 17th birthday? Emily Laverne? Was it you?)
And all my NSYNC related items.
Even though I am throwing away MOST of it, it's funny that some of it I still can't part with. (okay, you got me. I'm keeping my calc stuff...)
However, I found something SO amazing. SO fortuitous! SO unappreciated! Something I had totally forgotten about. Something that I actually complained to Jay about, wishing I had had enough foresight to create. Something so important that I will never ever throw away.
EVER!
A photocopy
(yes, you heard me)
of my
belly button!!
(along with photocopies of my hands (I forgot about that ring I used to wear all the time), socked-foot, and hair/cheek. I seem to recall now that my parents recently got a copy machine. So I, of course, had to try it out. And then, evidently, save the evidence of this momentous occasion for my posterity.)
Seriously! I can't believe how lucky I am! I was so sad after my pregnancy with The Frog that I never appreciated my belly button before it became this sad, deformed, droopy, wrinkled looking mess. (and I didn't think it possible, but it's worse now after Peach...) And I could hardly remember what it used to look like. How sad to forget a part of yourself like that.
Lo!
Now whenever I need to feel good about myself- relive the glory days of my perfect little high school body, I have my time-machine.
Now whenever I need to really prove a point to my children about what I sacrificed for them, I will have hard, cold, evidence!
Only one question remains. Where could one appropriately frame and display such a picture?
Full of who knows what.
Well now I know what.
Really really important things I just knew I'd want to save.
Like all my AP class notes/assignments/tests.
And all my awesomely folded, secretly-passed-during-class notes. (written in unreadably, brightly-colored ink)
Random ballet poses (some of which I still think are cool, but what do I do with them?)
a super creepy picture of my old physics teacher?!
Some birthday cards (why did everyone seem to know about my 17th birthday? Emily Laverne? Was it you?)
And all my NSYNC related items.
Even though I am throwing away MOST of it, it's funny that some of it I still can't part with. (okay, you got me. I'm keeping my calc stuff...)
However, I found something SO amazing. SO fortuitous! SO unappreciated! Something I had totally forgotten about. Something that I actually complained to Jay about, wishing I had had enough foresight to create. Something so important that I will never ever throw away.
EVER!
A photocopy
(yes, you heard me)
of my
belly button!!
(along with photocopies of my hands (I forgot about that ring I used to wear all the time), socked-foot, and hair/cheek. I seem to recall now that my parents recently got a copy machine. So I, of course, had to try it out. And then, evidently, save the evidence of this momentous occasion for my posterity.)
Seriously! I can't believe how lucky I am! I was so sad after my pregnancy with The Frog that I never appreciated my belly button before it became this sad, deformed, droopy, wrinkled looking mess. (and I didn't think it possible, but it's worse now after Peach...) And I could hardly remember what it used to look like. How sad to forget a part of yourself like that.
Lo!
Now whenever I need to feel good about myself- relive the glory days of my perfect little high school body, I have my time-machine.
Now whenever I need to really prove a point to my children about what I sacrificed for them, I will have hard, cold, evidence!
Only one question remains. Where could one appropriately frame and display such a picture?
Saturday, January 22, 2011
10000 days
Today is my 10,000th day of life. Want to find out when yours is? Go here. Use the second box :)
To celebrate, I made Creme Brulee.
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