Waxing, The Messies, time off from school
There’s a way to know — without asking — how I’m doing, if I’m feeling overwhelmed, or if my ducks are pretty well in a row, if I’m fairly relaxed, if things at home are clean, and if there are no major stresses with my children. You just have to look at me. At my face. At a particular part… or, a couple of them. Or three. Two brows and my upper lip. I’m not kidding. If my brows have joined in the middle, and if there’s a faint shadow under my nose, it’s not a good sign. In other words, if I’ve waxed, I’m probably doing OK.
I’m not exactly certain why this is, but I’ve noticed the correlation before: waxed = organized. I think it’s because I don’t feel that I can take the 20 minutes or so if there are dishes in the sink, or if I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I vacuumed my bedroom. Not-so-coincidentally, things usually align themselves in such a way that allows me to steal away from my “normal” life for a date with a little pot of beeswax during our week off of school, like this week.
I can’t believe we’ve completed eight weeks of school already.
The past two years, I’d usually school for six weeks, then need to take a break. Or a “break.” I start looking around at the accumulated dust, and the mountain of ironing, and the sludge that magically accumulates on the walls of the halls, and say to the boys, “Well, there’s good news, and there’s bad news. The good news is that, next week, we’re not doing school…” then, they chime in, because they know the drill by now, “But the bad news is that we’ll be spending the week CLEANING.”
Which we’ve done. It always feels great to me, to get stuff completed, no matter how temporary that completion is, in a family of seven. Seven messies, myself included. I’ve only recently admitted to myself that I’m simply not all that tidy. ~sigh~ But, I’m a good deep cleaner; I find it very satisfactory. Special project cleaning removes that nagging feeling at the back of my brain that has been telling me, daily, “When you gonna get that done??”
Anyways. After we’d done six weeks, it didn’t really feel like we needed a break. I thought maybe we’d go straight on through to Thanksgiving. But, I changed my mind. I’m happy to have the freedom to change my mind, that my schedule isn’t controlled by the school district. 🙂
And, watching the news tonight, seeing a very realistic drill in a high school of what would happen if there was a student shooter, made me happy, as well, that we’re not at the mercy of a school’s priorities. But, I digress.
It’s been a good week, especially now that all stray and overgrown hairs have been removed from my face. I feel like a LADY as I clean those blinds.