This post is for all you mothers out there.
Do you ever sit down, probably on Sunday evening, and make a gorgeous plan for your week?
My only real gift in life is that I can make the most fabulous schedules which are broken down into half hour segments, each with its own little box for a proscribed activity, the accomplishment of which will move the day along like a Swiss railway.
These schedules are like oxygen to me. And if anyone wants to hear where I got my itch to create them, see me after the lecture….oh…. sorry….. you can just click on this link to find the program that I love the most.
But anyway, because Monday was a holiday in the country where I live now, and because my husband, an anchor and a rock of northern European orderliness, was in Barcelona, and because I am mothering a baby raccoon in addition to the other six humans, two dogs, two cats, two giant lizards and a snake, and because my mother is here and wants to chat for much of the morning, and because I am by nature a flake…..I am just way off kilter. I never made a schedule, and it appears that I cannot operate without one.
The garden is screaming at me to pull more weeds, plant more clematis and periwinkle, and divide the overbloated hosta. So I have spent an outrageous amount of time working on that.
And there is a gigantic neighborhood yard sale this Saturday, and there’s a pile of stuff to get ready to sell.
And next Monday our backyard will be dug up so that I can have a beautiful new patio, and that means there are plants to be moved, saved, and watered, watered, watered.
And then there was that two hour badminton tournament yesterday.
It’s as if we have been overtaken by a kudzu growth of paralyzing spring fever.
So the punchline to all this blather is that we have hardly done any schooling at all this week. Like, almost nothing at all! I heard Helen tell my mother in law on the phone that we were having spring break this week. That was a sweet way to put it. But Helen’s like that, she would be the perfect diplomat. Some kids might have said “Mom seems to be turning into a hippie surfer dude, please send help.” But Helen makes it sound respectable.
I would like to open a homeschooling mothers confessional here….I have an idea I’m not the only person for whom this has occurred.
Next week, we will hit the books hard, and I expect it will be a beastly chore to get those kids back in the house after this week outside.