Would you look at that, it’s Friday.
One
The great thing about this week was that even though we had to do school, we didn’t have to do it at the crack (not to be crass) of rosy-fingered dawn every day. Everyone got to sleep in for multiple days in a row. Indeed, it is eight o’clock right now and no child that I know of is awake. This is the best thing in the world. BEST.
The worst though? We’ve been too tired to clean the house, even though that’s what I said we were going to do every day. It’s so nice to stumble from one trashed room to another, tripping over shoes, coats, paper, garbage, and disappointment. It’s hard to imagine a better way to live.
Two
Did you know that it is still winter up here?
It. Is. Still. Winter.
I was going go insert some bad words in between still and winter but I won’t because I am a Christian and I don’t use those sorts of ungodly expressions.
Three
Did read some books this week. Forgot, again, how much I do like reading real physical papery books. Figured out a way to channel my internet destroyed reading personality. Flipboard is so shiny and addictive that it’s hard for me to finally put down my screen and pick up something so solid and heavy as an ordinary book. So I got a huge stack of novels, and piled them in my bed next to me, because that’s where I was, and rapidly went through and read a chapter of each, as flippily as I could, to give the impression of breezy flightiness. And then I went round again. Now I have big piles of books here and there. It’s very inconvenient.
Four
Also reckoned with the school calendar for next year. It meant the very painful ordering of classes, and looking out over the next ten or a hundred years of homeschooling ahead of me. I think the number is actually eleven. I’m going to always have between two and three high schoolers from now on. I made a valiant effort to do the math, and figured out that I would be 78 when it was over, but that didn’t seem right somehow. I mean, it felt emotionally and apocalyptically right, but I did think I might have gone wrong somewhere in my calculation. So I did it again and came back with 52, which is much better, or maybe 53. And, of course, during all that time I’ll probably also have various offspring in college. I hesitate to call them kids because they’ll be pretty much on their own, me being a mere shadow of my actual self, rung out by yet another decade of Everything Depending On Me.
Five
Just kidding, the beauty of the system I have going is that very little actually depends on me. I wander vaguely from one person to another, trying to be a help, but really having little of substance to offer. The less I know, the better they do. If you’re interested in my methods I’m available to speak at your events where I will offer lifestyle tips (eat more kale), encouragement from scripture (be perfect as your Father in heaven is perfect), and recipes for those long days when there just isn’t time to cook! Kidding not kidding. Seriously, I’m also poor now, so book me for all your events.
Six
Oh look! It’s actually snowing. There is snow literally falling out of the sky, as there has been all week. It’s a veritable winter wonderland. Good thing this is a profanity free blog because that brings this take to a sudden and complete hault.
Seven
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