Today was better than yesterday

Thank you all, dear blog-friends, for your commiserations, advice, and encouragement after my awful day yesterday.  Today was much better!!!

Last night, I went to bed before my husband (which virtually never happens), and slept 10 hours.  I think I was just mentally worn out.  Or something.

Yesterday got worse before it got better.

Since I have a lot of curriculum left from last year — at least a couple months’ worth — plus some hand-me-down stuff that my youngest boys can use, I only need (for now, anyways) to buy math for all the boys, plus English for Grant, my 4th grader (who is a year behind in English… but, then, we’re using Rod & Staff, which by many accounts, is a year ahead in English, so who knows?). 

So, after school and lunch, during their quiet times, I sat down at the computer to (finally) order the curric I needed.  I should just go to the websites I know have a good selection of new stuff and reasonable shipping and click “buy.”  Because, for years now, it never fails:  I spend HOURS looking for the best deal, and, yeah, I may find a spot that saves me $2 or even $10 overall, but I have to spend three, four, five hours to find that “savings” which, in the end, isn’t much of a savings… especially when you factor in shipping costs for buying books at five different places.

And, after my 2+ hours of online searching yesterday, what I finally ended up doing was buying new stuff from Sonlight and Rod and Staff Books, which took me all of 10 minutes. 

Then, perhaps unwisely, I decided to blog about my day, which took about another 45 minutes.

THEN, I attacked the house, figuring that, since my mom & stepdad were bringing dinner, I had 2.5 hours to clean, including the previous day’s dishes, which were still in the sink.  But, those 2.5 hours suffered a great deal of more… well, parenting.  I shouldn’t be surprised.  My four kids are not self-sustaining, especially when I don’t allow them to watch TV nonstop just so I can have a clean house.  Maybe I should have bent and done that.  Anyways.  After breaking up countless squabbles, dealing out discipline, changing Audrey’s clothes two or three times (what happened??  She was fully potty trained, and has been for months, and now, the last couple of days, it’s like she’s forgotten all about what a toilet is for… and we’re out of Pull-Ups, so I couldn’t just slap one on her and ignore it)… two of my allotted 2.5 hours had completely evaporated, and there were STILL 24 hrs+ of dishes in the sink when my hubby walked in.  To me, that is the absolute worst feeling ever.  It’s even worse because he’s so forebearing about the whole thing.  He just looked at the sink, looked at me, and kissed me.  But, as he spent a bit of time with the kids and got changed, I tore into those dishes, and they were done by the time my mom & stepdad arrived.

And, they arrived with some fantastic fajitas.  Dinner was great.  Audrey was getting crazy, because we started eating dinner around her bedtime… but my mom, who was quite a disciplinarian when I was a kid, finds her antics “delightful” and gently chastized me for calling Audrey “crazy.”  Then, we put the kids in bed, watched the Diamondbacks lose to the lowly Padres, whilst my stepdad and me started dozing.  They went home, I went to bed, and didn’t wake up until 7:20 this morning.

Bringing me to today.

It’s funny — it seems to be a lot easier to write about a cr@ppy day than it is to write about a great one.  Other than Audrey having two “accidents” — hm…. maybe she’s just feeling neglected??  Anyways, there were no tears, no serious digging-in of heels, no spanks or other discipline, we got a lot done, and everyone was happy.  🙂

We’re still easing into things.  We read John 1:19-50 together (and the boys wanted me to continue!), I read three chapters of Follow My Leader to the younger boys, punctuated by four exercises from a logic & patterns book, plus, my stepdad came over (again — he’s really fantastic) and gave a general music lesson to all the boys, and a trumpet lesson to Ethan.  Ethan pretty much “just” did music, trumpet, and read 50 more pages of Carry On, Mr. Bowditch, answering a good deal of comprehension and narration questions with absolutely no problem afterwards.  So, it wasn’t like the world’s toughest day of school ever.  But, it felt like we got a lot done, and there was no tension in our home…  I even got a whole bookcase of homeschooling books sorted through while Joe did music with the boys!  That felt great.

So, while the grass remains greener elsewhere — either in some other ideal school situation, or in the apparent (or real) bliss of families with loads of kids who eagerly dive into school — it’s not so bad here, either.  Usually.  At least, not today.  😀


About Karen Joy

I'm a partially-homeschooling mother of six -- 3 boys ages 19, 17 and 15 years old, and three girls: 11, 8, and 3. I like birding, reading, writing, organic gardening, singing, playing guitar, hiking, the outdoors, and books. I very casually lead a very large group of homeschooling families in the Phoenix area. I have a dear hubby who designs homes for a local home builder and who is the worship pastor of our church. I live in the desert, which I used to hate, but now appreciate.

Posted on August 26, 2008, in Introspective Musings. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Glad things are better.

    My dad shared a lesson with me that he has been learning, and I need to learn as well: Just buy it and be happy!

    He went to buy something online, and was about to spent a couple of hours looking for the best deal. Then he realized: My time is worth something. I need to just buy it and be happy.

    From what I’ve read, spending time penny pinching for books ends up not only taking tons of time, but also often costs more than just buying it in package form. Glad to hear that this continues to be true. I can relax, purchase, and be happy!


  2. Hey hon, you know it and you said it…. the busyness that leads to the thin oversight of the children while we “do” other stuff does equal potty training accidents. BTDT a thousand times over. Pretty much all of Belen’s potty accidents from age 13 months to 29 months involved mommy on the SL forums while she played on the floor around me. Bad mommy! 🙂

    Speaking of…. I need to take her potty and read to her and put her down for nap, and then do homeschool with my 2nd grader and K4 kid.

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