I just need to sit down every night and blog. I used to be good about it. Lately, eh. I miss having easy funny stories at my fingertips. Now, I have funny stuff, but if I told them they would be mean. (*snort* jeans-tshirt-mime — See? Not funny, but the whole story IS. It’s killing me to be quiet.)
Time once again for me to go on a media fast. Seriously, is anyone else paying attention to the insane world we live in and the insane people that are somehow in charge? The more I see and read the more I think it’s not going to end well. And, when I get like this, it’s time to take a break. I KNOW deep in my heart that most of it doesn’t matter to me and those I love. Being pissed off at people I don’t know is not a useful way to spend time. (Send money, if you care, for Andy’s therapy jar, though.)
I’ve been struggling with the older boys – not in a bad way, but in a way. Three teenagers are exhausting even when they’re really good kids. I fight the moments I just want to bang their heads together to get their attention. Then , I think back and I’m really glad my mom didn’t smash my head against one of my siblings or a wall (though she was certainly entitled if memory serves). It’s weird how tiring it is. I was constantly physically exhausted when they were wee people, but back then they went to bed at 7:30 and I had ample time to regroup. Now, I’m not physically exhausted, but I AM exhausted at the end of each day.
That all said, we had a mostly great week. The older boys continue to do well in their college(ish) classes and Andy is finally finding his groove with Math and Latin. I let the ball drop today, though. I got up with Mike around 5 am (yes, really I did – it’s the only time we have to talk without kids wandering in and out). Mike left for the Y around 5:20. I was so congested and gooey from allergies, I opted to take one of Ian’s BIG HONKING allergy pills before heading back to bed. Ian takes these pills regularly with no side effects. I take one and it’s like downing a bottle of the old-good NyQuil.
Andy woke me at 9 am. I staggered out, helped him with breakfast (read I cut a bagel in half), laid out his math for the morning and went to “sit” on the couch. My “sitting” on the couch ended around 12:45. It was scary. I woke up feeling like I was under water. Once I was up and moving, though, I felt as if I’d had about 18 hours of sleep. I may never sleep again. Andy, no fool, had had Tim check his math. He had Ian teach his Latin and he had Dan help with his writing drills. All, while I drooled like an old St. Bernard on the couch. No more HONKING allergy pills for me. Shoot, I know better.
Sorry to be gone for so long. No good reason, just not feeling terribly cheery or “sharing-ish” lately. No need to bring you all down to my level.
Weekend plans? Getting the garden ready to go. Mike offered to help and he has NO clue what he’s in for – I have sketches all over the place. I want to go big this summer – I’m thinking learning to can stuff might be fun. I’ll make sure we get pictures.
Hope all is well in your world.