I can’t get motivated to do anything. Clothes are sitting in the basket on the sofa waiting to be folded. The dirty laundry basket is screaming to be emptied. There is a load of diapers in the washer–that I may finish today. When we went to see Granny, I put the boys in disposables and haven’t switched back. And I don’t have the cash to keep them in disposable diapers. And I need to re-vamp my cloth diapering system.
Alannah has been focusing on learning how to play the piano and neglecting what little schoolwork I ask of her. But that’s the whole purpose of homeschooling, right? At any rate, I’m SO not worried about her “falling behind” as my mother is so wont to complain about. I give her a computer-based placement test once a year (state-required, or I wouldn’t bother) and she’s consistently tested in the 8th grade or higher on every subject but math – and she’s on “grade level” for it. Not too shabby for an 11-year old kid, right? But listening to every sour note she hits on her way to learning the songs are making me cringe. I want to run in there and play the damn song myself just so I can hear it the entire way through with no error. Fortunately for Alannah, I realize it wouldn’t necessarily be the best thing for HER to learn the song by listening to ME play with ease what she’s been busting her hump for 3 weeks over, so I leave it. For the curious, she’s learning Bach’s Minuet 4.
Joe is officially mobile. He’s not quite crawling on all fours, but has the army crawl down pat – and he’s a QUICK lil booger. Pretty soon I’ll need to put baby gates up–gotta give him something to pull up on. And he LOVES playing with the fridge magnets! He’s got to be the first child of mine who actually enjoyed that particular activity.
Daniel….how to describe Dan? He’s definitely making me a little unhinged. At 3 years old, he already knows what he wants and EXACTLY how he wants it. He pitched a tantrum at the dinner table the other night….because the cake he was eating wouldn’t stay on the fork. He’d get some on the fork, get the fork halfway to his mouth. The cake would fall into his lap, and he’d scream. And let me tell you – the screams this kid can put out shatter glass. And he didn’t WANT to eat the cake with his hands, or let me feed him. Yeah, I understand the whole pride/frustration thing, but DAMN ya don’t have to scream. And I never know what’s going to set him off. There are times when he cries because something hurt, then he freaks out because he doesn’t like the way the tears feel on his face. Hopefully, as he gets older and better able to express himself, we’ll be able to avoid these things.
Oh, and the piece de resistance – my cousin and his wife have separated for the Nth time, so I get to pick their daughter up and sit on her after school, and all summer. Fortunately, she and Alannah get along reasonably well (they’re close in age) so I’m able to throw them outside to play a good bit of the time. I just wish they’d get their stuff together, ya know? Get your ass off the fence and stop separating all the time. Either agree that the only way out of the marriage is in a pine box, or divorce and move on. I don’t EVEN wanna think about the damage they’re doing to their daughter with this crap. /rant
OK, I guess I should get my carcass moving toward the leaning tower of laundry to be folded. And the washer/dryer. And maybe I should do something toward cooking dinner. *ponders*
Y’know, it sounds to me like you’re doing a pretty good job with those kids. Stop worrying and enjoy the fact that they are wonderful and gifted, you should hear the noise in MY house!