New Year’s stuff, sickness, recovery, a birthday party, and my hope is renewed for a homeschooling group
How was your New Year’s celebration? Mine was good. It showed me that, yes, I can host eight people, four of them overnight, while I’m extremely ill, if I love them enough. 😀
New Year’s Eve, we had a young couple over… feels weird, because I remember when he was, oh, seven years old. Luke and Danielle. Very dear. Visiting from out of town. When we were making plans for them to come over, I told him that we live a pretty boring life. He said, “Oh, don’t worry! When we went to Ben and Jen’s the other night, we made friendship bracelets. Friendship bracelets. You can’t be more boring than that.”
I replied, “You got a craft at Ben and Jen’s? You’d be lucky to get a craft at my place. We pretty much just sit around and talk.” And, that’s what we did. Eat and talk.
Then, I found out that they had chosen our less-than-stellar New Year’s Eve taco night over the prime rib they could have had at Luke’s sister’s. Gosh. Then, they left around 9:30 for his sister’s, probably hoping they had leftovers available. 🙂 We put Audrey in bed, and let the boys stay up. We planned on letting them stay up until 11:00, but by the time they toasted their fake New Year with sparkling cider, it was 11:20, and we probably should have just let them stay up until midnight.
The next morning, I started preparing for my own family to come over — my Mom and Stepdad, and my brother and his family. Everyone was there around noon, except for my sister-in-law. Sad thing, that. She resents being continually invited over, yet doesn’t want to do any inviting herself. My brother thinks it’s an unresolvable situation, but there’s got to be some sort of solution. I haven’t found it yet, though, and each year, it gets worse. They live about an hour and a half away, and we’ve even tried meeting in the middle at a restaurant, but it has never failed that, after we eat, someone suggests or asks to come over to our place, and so we do. Now, we just save the trip and meet here. But, that remains unsatisfactory to my SIL. 😦 So, the only damper on the next nearly-two days was the fact that she was at home, unhappy. But… my boys LOVE their three cousins, also boys, ages 13, 16 & 18. And, they love us, which is so precious. I thought maybe my 18yo nephew would be too grown up to spend New Year’s Day at his uncle & aunt’s, but he seemed very happy to be along. My brother said that on the trip down, his boys said that they like coming to our home because we’re “real.” I love my brother very dearly, and his boys are just like mine, except older — very active and slightly nerdy. They all get along great.
We celebrated Christmas together, late, because my Mom & Stepdad had gone to Tucson to be with his family for Christmas.
Here are some pics. My nephew Josh was the main photographer.:
That is Ethan with his *really nice* metal detector, given by my parents. My mom had picked it out to give to him, not knowing that I had let Ethan down, softly as I could, that he would not be getting his long-desired metal detector, as they were too pricey for us this Christmas. 🙂
So, if all of that looks warm, filled with family love and chaos, you’re right. It was messy and lovely. They all stayed the night; we all stayed up way too late, and just enjoyed being together.
AND, my brother upgraded my computer, giving me a new DVD drive and 2 gigs of RAM. He went shopping for it, and installed it. Woo hoo! The disc drive even has Lightscribe. Heard of that? I hadn’t. It will etch a label onto a disc, art and/or text. Cool, eh?
Anyways… I felt like I was coming down with something on New Year’s Eve, and by the time my brother and three nephews headed back up the hill on Friday evening, I was still walking, but feeling really ill. I was down for the count on Saturday and Sunday. It’s now Tuesday, and after nearly a week of not feeling well, I’m now back up to 90%. Whew. I’ve lived on Throat Coat tea, colloidal silver and vitamins.
Today was busy. Any time I have anything going on outside of our home, it constitutes as a “busy” day. Today was Fiala’s 2 month checkup (with FIVE shots, the poor girl), then a birthday party at a park for a friend, and now I think I’m going to go to kinship (Bible study) tonight for the first time since before Fiala was born.
The birthday party was for one of the sons of the lone other homeschooling family in my church. All of the kids there — sixteen total, not including Fiala — were homeschooled. Thus, a birthday party at 1 p.m. on a school day. The mom, Allison, is a friend of mine. She keeps gently offering her homeschool group’s park day to me, and I keep declining; I thought I’d really had my fill of snarky, power-grabbing, backstabbing, dogmatic homeschooling moms and their “support” groups. However, upon chatting with Allison on my mobile as I drove home, I come to find out that this fine group of ladies and their charming children are what constitute the group. No bylaws to sign. No dues. No presidents to elect. No sides to take. No voting people/things in or out. No formalities — just a weekly group of fun and pleasant moms and their kids. The kids play together, the moms chat. The park at which they (we?) meet is on the edge of town, and within view is both the “woods” — the undeveloped, bush-and-prickery-tree-filled desert, replete with a homemade fort — and a regular, structured playground. I’d met a number of the other moms before, some of them three times, at other birthday parties, and at a trip to the zoo. I like all of them. ALL of them. Not a snarky lady amongst them. Now, THAT is a homeschool support group, in my opinion. I think we’ll go next Tuesday, too.