For the next couple of weeks, blogging here will be quite scarce. I might post a photo or two, but mostly I’ll be taking an internet and blog break. I need it. We all need it. (But how I will live without Pinterest for two weeks is beyond me.)
In the mean time, here is a too-long video of the boys dancing (and my awful singing) to Go To Sleep by the Avett Brothers. (Here’s a video of Mumford and Sons covering the song at the concert we attended in June.)
Gotta love Jeremy’s costume – a Thomas the Tank Engine robe, a faux suede cowboy hat and his Harry Potter wand.
See you in August.
Preparations for homeschooling the boys are underway. I’ve gathered a smattering of curriculum and registered with all the necessary organizations local and statewide, including the HSLDA. This afternoon we registered the boys for two classes each with our local homeschool co-op so they can have interaction with other kids and still get the “classroom” experience. (The classes are once a week.) So far, so good. Now I have to draw up their education plans and submit everything to the umbrella school in time to officially start school in September.
The rest of you can have your August start dates. I refuse to start before Labor Day.
The farther I get into this process, the better I feel about tackling it. Everything seems very doable as long we can all maintain some level of organization and respectful decorum. However, I can tell already a huge challenge will be getting through to Jeremy. I single him out because he has a natural tendency to question me on NEARLY EVERYTHING. Countless times I’ve told him something only to have him run to Chuck to verify if what I said was true – as if I couldn’t possibly know that there really are snapping turtles in the Little River, or that the South really did lose the Civil War. How could MOM possibly know things like this? Chuck has even talked to Jeremy about believing me and trusting that I could teach him something valuable.
Not just how to sort clothes, clean a toilet or organize toy baskets, mind you. No sir. Really important stuff like how to add a pair of three-digit numbers.
Additionally, we’ll need lots of time separated – meaning that I’ll need one-on-one time with Jackson and one-on-one time with Jeremy, because the two of them together is like a ticking time bomb. The level of chaos that erupts when they are together is maddening, so much that they are no longer sleeping in the same room. They pick at each other until one (or both) explode. Thank the sweet Lord our house has two floors.
Does anyone else struggle with this? My expectations for brotherly love may be too high. I’m all for throwing them in a room to duke it out, but the constant PICK-PICK-PICKING is making me nuts.
Or at least, in my dreams I’m a Kenyan.
I’ve decided that something needed to change with my running habits. Suddenly running four and five miles seemed impossible, and it was taking so long to get to the end of a workout. I also felt like I wasn’t getting the maximum benefit I could be. Suddenly, running a 10.5 minute mile was dull and pointless.
So a few weeks ago, I upped the treadmill mph from 5.8-6.0 to 6.8-7.2, which is significantly faster and significantly harder. (I went from a 10.5-11 minute mile to a 8.5-9 minute mile.) Though I couldn’t sustain that speed for fives miles straight, I could certainly sustain it for two and three, followed by a walking break for a quarter of a mile. Within a week, I ran four miles straight at 7.0 mph. It was so much more satisfying because my run was over more quickly and I was so sore the next day (a sure sign that it was worth it). Now that I’m a few weeks into running faster, I’ve noticed that my body has adapted well and I can start at 7.0 with ease and go longer without having to take a quick walk break.
Why did I wait so long to do this?
Now it’s time to find an autumn race so I don’t let an entire year go by without obtaining another medal. I have eight, and it was my goal this year to make it to ten. We’ll see what I can pull off. Anyone want to race with me? Holla.
These two Post It notes are affixed to the base of my computer screen so I can read them several times daily.
I remember something my Mamaw said to me on the phone last year. We were chatting about discouragement and such and she remarked on her history of battling the blues. Resolved to it, she says, “I think I’m just turned that way.”
That’s when I realized, me too. Every once in a while I go through a darker season when a little black cloud floats overhead, and it’s usually combined with a series of unfortunate events to make matters more difficult to juggle. Such is a time as this.
So the Post Its are here to remind me to extend grace, to ask for mercy, to love fully, and to be patient in all of my relationships, my children included. This too shall pass. I just wanted to share these thoughts in case you needed to hear them.
Jackson, to Jeremy, “Hey brother, I wish we had a pet pla-ta-, a pet pal-ta-, a pet pla-ta-plus.”
“A what?” asks Jeremy.
Jack sighs, gearing up for the repeat. “A pla-ta-, a pal-ta-, a PLAT-A-PUS. I wish we had a pet platypus in our house.”
“Oh, a platypus,” he laughs. “Well I don’t think we can have one until after Salem dies. He’d just kill him and leave him on the porch for Mom.”
I snickered at this Pinterest find and wanted to share it: