It’s almost Christmas, Babies.
I have a child here on my bed with the emotions of a busload of junior high girls. Christmas break can’t come soon enough.
At times I think the problem with homeschool is that my children’s school is here at home and I get to teach it.
Oh goodness, now my other student is beside my bed whimpering. Fortunately the first one has rallied. The Legumes are upstairs doing what I can’t exactly say. Good thing Torey just walked through the door.
This a very Monday-ish sort of post but it is Monday so it’s legal.
Would any of you consider mothering my children, if only temporarily?
Today I am going to pack up a little tiny room down a small hall from our kitchen that is currently our office. It has a built in bed and also functioned as our single guest room – the upstairs is where we house more than one guest when our neighbors aren’t here. We are going to move Christoper into this room then move Lydia into his former room. The age difference between the girls is a challenge right now with room sharing, especially with the force that is the Legumes. The girls’s room will now be Eden’s alone and will function as the little girls’ playroom.
We are going to hang curtains around Christoper’s built in bed which we hope will feed his sensory needs. For the last month or so he has been sleeping in a hammock he made by suspending a sheet from his loft bed – so glad we bought that Serta Posturpedic mattress. He also hung some blankets, which he adjusts with a sort of pulley, to block the light. When I asked him about moving into the office and creating a sleeping nook he said, “That would be good because my back is hurting from sleeping in my hammock.” Yes…
The thought of packing, moving and reorganizing all that stuff is no picnic.
I should go locate the Legumes, put in another load of laundry, get started on the soup for tonight, pick up my room, check Christopher’s math, call Paul, load the dishwasher and do a couple of other things.
At least neither of my students is crying and the Legumes are alive(I can hear both of them jumping upstairs).
Be well.
keep your chin up. you know if i could, i’d be right beside you, watching you do all that stuff. hehe
And making snarky comments about my children, yes, I know.
Baby, I’ve got to be honest, I’m having a little trouble with the Red Rider BB Gun.
snarky comments??? those are witty aphorisms that a zoey glass would employ. hmmmm. well maybe not. don’t worry about the red rider. here are my requirements. send me an object that says “love alison” on it. i have sent you a piece of art which is a collaboration between me and another artist you know. also i am posting this on my new adorable macbook.
OK, I can handle that.
What color is your macbook? Are you being snarky again or have you seen the light?
Mine is white and so pretty.
ok, who is tanner and i am LOVING the fact that you just casually throw out a comment about zoey glass like he’s a real person you hang out with. LOVE it.
Alison, even us with the public school kids have days like that. You’re amazing. Hang tough.
Sheila,
Tanner is my older brother.
Thanks for the sugar. Merry Christmas.
Franny and Zooey is absolutely one of my favorite books. In fact, I’m rereading it right now! Happy New Year, friend!