I think it’s been a gradual thing for a long while. My posts have been further and further apart. Then I got pregnant and once we settled into the pregnancy thing, I thought I’d have endless material.
Nope. Apparently, I just had endless exhaustion and the I-Don’t-Care-About-Anything-But-Survival thing going on. I never even updated the blog with the results of the Old Wives’ Tales experiment.
It’s a GIRL!
But ohhhh how I’ve missed just sitting down at the keyboard and typing out my thoughts or sharing the crazy stories and hearing yours, too. I’ve gotten a bit of that through the Facebook page. If you’ve visited there in the last week or so, then you know how my children are encouraging me to get back to blogging. That’s my nice way of saying they’ve given me enough material for a sitcom pilot.
If you’ve missed out on the Facebook updates, here’s just a sampling:
G apparently made a flag for her fort. Yep. Those are undies. Then C, in an act of war, stole the flag off the fort and threw it. Where it landed in the neighbors yard. Then the dog grabbed the stick and began running around the yard. With the panty flag. G and C are chasing after the dog which the dog loves and just wants to keep running. We later found out that the panty flag had been flying proudly from the top of the swing set for about 3 days.
Two days later, we were at the park and Miss G decides to do a little gymnastics routine from the top of the slide that’s about eleventy thousand feet tall. She is hanging like a monkey from the top bar and swinging wayyyyy out over the edge of the slide. This child has all of my klutziness and NO FEAR. This is not a good combination.
Oh and then there was Monday.
Monday was bad, y’all. So bad. On Monday, I thought homeschool would actually kill me. I was seriously questioning every reason I’ve ever had for spending time and money we don’t have on curriculum and tuition just to battle against bad attitudes and have every single thing be so stressful. (It’s not always like this but it sure was this week.)
I guess to break up the monotony of school work, someone (who shall remain nameless but her first initial is G) took it upon herself to wash the dog. Why?? “I wet the dog because the dog smelled like wet dog.” Of course. Half a bottle of dog shampoo was matted into this poor animal’s fur. It took 30 minutes of me rinsing her to get all the suds and mud and pine straw out.
At some point while I was finishing the unexpected dog bath, my sweet daughter “accidentally” unplugged the crock pot where our supper had been cooking for about 3 hours. Two hours later, I realized what had happened. Cereal for dinner.
No matter what I did on Monday, it was so quickly apparent that it was totally useless. Pretty much like this:
On Tuesday, I felt obligated to issue a public apology to anyone within 5 miles of Publix. It was supposed to be a 10-minute in-and-out trip for some toilet paper. It quickly escalated into a 1-hour commercial for Valium. And we forgot the toilet paper.
Don’t get me wrong. All the craziness is not just coming from my sweet daughter. My sweet son is generously contributing his own share.
Her stories are just a little funnier at this point. I’m glad she is brave. I’m glad she is independent. I’m even glad she’s got a bit of a stubborn streak. “Though she be but little, she is fierce.” This will serve her so well in life.
But she will send me into labor one of these days.
There is no way I will need to be induced for a third time. No. Way.
I have an induction method. Her name is Grace.