This week I'm going to do All the Work. I say that every week but this time it's for real. No more lazing around making complicated and gorgeous luncheons. No more long scrolls through Facebook. Nor more wandering out into the garden and sitting down to space out. None of that. Work. Lots and lots of work.
Maybe it won't be that bad. Elphine wants to cook all the luncheons this week, and do all the laundry. That's what she's said, and, even though I don't really believe her, that she really wants to, once she discovers what it really entails, I guess I'm going to let her try.
On my list of all the work there is included planning for my school year which, at the request of others, I will probably blog about. I was trying to write the disclaimers for such a post in my head yesterday and they grew longer and longer. It makes me very very uncomfortable to think that anyone would look at what I'm doing and copy it, or think that it was good. It's like someone asking you about your prayer life, to see if they can glean tips. I mean, I am sometimes asked about my prayer life, and all I can really say is, you should pray, but do a better job than I am. I really just pray the Prayer of Jonah all day every day. “O God, please help me.” And that's how I homeschool. I sit down every day and say “oh my word, I'm so terrible at this, maybe God should help me.” I'd rather make lunch because its not such a desperate act. I'm sure the Almighty is helping in the details of a delicious lunch, but I'm not quite so anxious about the outcome.
Anyway, the picture above is the true illustration of all my feelings today, and I'm grateful to lanky, not a baby at all, Egglantine, for drawing it. She says it is a portrait of Gladys but I know better. It's me freaking out.
Hope you all have a lovely day. It's going to be very hot today here, I hope. I hope very much that it will be very hot.
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