OneMaybe letting the three year old repeatedly stay up till 9pm with no nap during the day is turning out to be a bad idea.
TwoOn the other hand, its really hard to drag her away from her coloring which she will do all day, covering page after page with one single color or coloring each tiny detail a different one. Is this obsessive compulsive? What kind of childhood developement stage is this? The need more sleep stage? What is it and why is she weeping that there is not the exact right amount of milk in her cereal?
ThreeMeanwhile, my endless work on the sun room to make it into a functional school space is turning out to be a great satisfaction. I've, as may be expected, ditched the function and gone once again for aesthetics. Yesterday I unearthed two giant rugs to cover the ghastly carpet and hung another map. Instead of actually sorting and ordering stuff, I just keep hanging maps. They're so restful, maps. Pictures forthcoming.
FourIt was pointed out to me again that there's a half price bread store that would be worth my while because of the number of kids I have and because it would save me baking so much bed. This has run me into the usual trauma of options that objectively exist (I could go buy bread) and options that actually exist in my limited imagination (I can't possibly go buy bread because I would have to leave my house and I'm way to lazy to do that). Plus, when you come down to it, I really love to bake bread. Its so restful.
FiveWhat is not restful is Solemn Communion which is wrapping up this weekend. Trying to talk carefully and sincerely with a lot of seven and eight year old boys about the humility of the Centurion and our humility in praying the Prayer of Humble Access and then coming forward with our hands and hearts open to Jesus.....is there a way to really end this sentence? Basically I've never heard so much laughing, not about the Centurion, but about how someone's arm itched and another person sneezed funny and then someone accidentally fell over and so the long day wore on. Nevertheless, this has been a really good class and I think the weekend retreat and celebration will be a wild success.
SixAfter which, I keep thinking, I will lie on the floor and do nothing for three days. But that never happens. Really, I will probably dig out another can of paint and start painting something. Anything. I have a whole can of bright orange and my eye on the boys room. What d'ya think? Terrible idea, bright orange and little boys? Their room is so dark. Maybe orange would brighten it up and make it restful?
SevenJen wrote, in her quick takes this week, about the absence of a 'babymoon' due to pain and sleep deprivation and so forth. It never has occurred to me to experience such a thing, babymooning (pause to laugh hysterically). For one thing, I just don't enjoy being that happy about anything, even a baby. For another, it really takes me 6 weeks to be content with the existing baby. Also, I just can't stand beautiful mothering things like nursing (I'll do it because I have to and not because I want to). On the other hand, I really love babies and I must be getting soft in my old age because I caught myself kissing this latest baby in public in church. Talk about mortification. Stopped immediately and tried to look sour but then she grinned and so had to kiss her again. Drat.
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