Life. It’s an alternating pattern of joy and frustration, isn’t it? At least, mine is, currently.
We’re still in the throes of Little League season. Imagine your life as a homeschooling mom of five. Then, imagine someone lopping off four hours of your day, four days each week, and imagine what kind of frustration that might lead to. I was watching a game last night… Well, sort-of watching, because my husband had to leave for kinship, so that meant I had to keep a sharp eye on 7yo Wesley and 3yo Audrey as they run around and play, plus make sure 5mo Fiala was still asleep in her stroller, plus talk with my Stepdad, who’d come to watch the game, plus watch the game. Anyways. I told him that if it wasn’t for, “THIS,” spreading my arms wide, I’d really be stressed right now. Because, really, I love that the boys are playing baseball. I love to see my kids run around and play with all the other kids who are there ostensibly to support their baseball-playing siblings. And, yesterday evening was one of those that made me think, “This is why people move to Phoenix.” It was in the low 70s or high 60s, breezy and clear and lovely, with a nearly-full moon rising on the eastern horizon, which we faced, as the sun sank behind us. And, I so enjoy chatting with all the other baseball parents with whom we’ve been seasonal friends for the last few years… It really is pleasant. Plus, the facility at which we play our games is really top-notch for both players and fans. But…. when I get home at 7:45 with a hungry baby and hungry kids and I’m trying to feed everyone all at once, and no one gets into bed until 9:15, my perspective on Little League shifts a little. And that’s with the EARLY games, which start at 5:30, like last night. With the 7:30 games, we are able to eat dinner before leaving home, but we don’t get home until nearly 10:00.
We’re sick again. Audrey is in bed with a 102+° fever. Hopefully, she’s done puking. My husband Martin’s fighting a terribly sore throat. Ethan has been feeling some sort of vague malaise since mid-last-week. Wesley had diarrhea, which may have been from some unidentified source of gluten. Poor dear Fiala’s skin is a MESS. I’m healthy. Grant is healthy. Bless God.
I have the kids popping vitamins and drinking honeyed chamomile tea which has been doped up with colloidal silver at every opportunity.
I was afraid that maybe Fiala had some sort of fungal infection on her skin, and ordered a bunch of herbs (pao d’arco, marigold, and lemongrass) for a new decoction and salve. However, after viewing a bunch of icky pics online, I don’t think she has any sort of bacterial infection OR fungal infection. She “just” has some really, really bad eczema, which she keeps scratching, which makes it redder and oozing. We have tried a billion kinds of creams and lotions, and what works best is an old version of my homemade salve — made from chamomile and marigold flowers, which I had seeping in organic sunflower seed oil for a several months, which I strained and heated, then added some organic beeswax, plus a bit of vanilla so it would smell nice. It works, but only when I use it 4-6x/day, and only when I slather it on thick, so that she’s yellowish and greasy. Ugh. No other solution has made it better, and a number of them have made it worse.
Since we don’t cloth diaper, and the ONLY spot on her body unaffected by the eczema is on her chubby bum, I’m thinking it’s contact eczema, maybe from our laundry detergent, which is ultra-pure and supposedly hypoallergenic, and I don’t use fabric softener, and we have soft water… so you’d THINK it wouldn’t be the detergent, but it must be.
She’s also teething. She cut her first tooth on April 1st, no foolin’. 😉 The second one, also a lower central incisor, poked through yesterday.
I’m also bummed because my brother, who is really such an admirable man, with a brilliant mind and a spotless work ethic, is out of work, victim of, among other economic woes, the tanking price of copper.
And my sister is mad at me. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a serious disagreement. My sister is funny and witty and unique and talented and fantastic at her work, which is basically social work, which is so admirable in itself. There are few women with whom I feel so well at ease. She is precious to me, deep in my heart. We talk fairly frequently, and I “had” to get unlimited texting on my phone because our text conversations were costing a mint. However, she is… well, among other heartbreakingly misguided decisions, leaving her husband. One minute, she says she doesn’t care about whether or not I agree with her. But the next minute, she makes it clear that if I did agree with her choices, she would call it “supportive,” and it’s important to her that I be supportive. But, since I don’t agree with her, she tells me I’m judgmental. And, obviously, not supportive. She thinks my perspective and values are skewed because I’m “so” Christian. Guilty as charged, I’m sure. I’ve been very silent on the topic of recent decisions which have negatively impacted her marriage, which didn’t go unnoticed by her. Then, on Sunday, she asked me, basically, what I thought. And, I told her, with as much love and gentleness as I could which, apparently, wasn’t enough. 😦 Our relationship will, eventually, recover. But, that’s only a small part of her story, and I’m afraid that the wider picture of what she’s mistreating, including herself, won’t fare as well. And, I’m sad for her husband.
In other news, in homeschooling, I recently promoted my middle son up to work with my older son. For the last almost-two years, Grant has been working with my younger son. The transition has been a lot more difficult than I had anticipated. My youngest son, Wesley, is LOVING having the one-on-one school time with just me, and will frequently do his best to extend our study by whipping out random facts and conversation-starters. But, my oldest son is not loving doing work with Grant. It’s character-building for all of us, which is, by nature, not easy.
I didn’t accomplish nearly all I needed to during last week’s school break. 😦 Bummer. Blame it on baseball. I’m now saying, “I will do x, y, and z when we’re done with school in mid-June.” Or, considering stopping school in late May, even though we won’t have put in a full 35 weeks. To that end, I’m whipping the boys (not literally) through math and English because those are the two subjects that it’s most important, to me, that they keep at grade-level, since knowledge in both areas is progressive, and will produce a negatively-cascading effect if neglected.
That’s all for now. ‘S enough, dontcha think???
Posted on April 9, 2009, in Arizona, Babies, Baseball, Celiac Disease, Christian Living, Digestive Woes, Extended Family Drama/News, Family, Homeschooling, Marriage, Motherhood, Sports Stuff, The Dear Hubby, The Kids. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.