Mmm, Smidge woke me this morning.
- Where's my new school book?
- Mrph.
- Where?
- Urf, mumble, mumble. Banana?
- Noooo, not the bananas, my new school book.
(He was going to force me to open one eye, I could tell. And I did not want to because it was still dark out, and who in the world does school when it's dark out, except for people who live in the Arctic?)
I tried to nudge Zorak, but nearly fell off the bed. He wasn't there. That's when I glanced at the clock, thinking certainly he'd only just got up (and also hoping perhaps he could talk Smidge into a banana and give me a few more minutes of sleep).
- Honey, it's only... oh... is it really 8:30?!?!
(I did a double take out the window - it really is dark and grey and overcast - so in defense of my subconscious, it looks like it's maybe six, at the latest.)
Well where have I been for the last three hours? And where is everyone else? (Zorak, obviously, at work. The kids, still asleep. But Smidge had held out as long as he could. He was just too excited to try out a new book we'd bought for him to play with while the other boys did school.) It was nice, though, to have a turn to sleep in. I've been alternately staving off and succumbing to a cold, or mid-winter ick, or whatever it is that's going around, and this little reprieve was certainly appreciated. The kids are all getting over it, which is doubly nice, as hopefully we'll slip into March nice and healthy.
And so, we're up - albeit at the crack of mid-morning - ready to do school. Emily's up now, too, and so is John. James will stumble out shortly and we'll begin what promises to be a nice, slow morning (since, thankfully, we don't have to be anywhere today. It could have been a much worse start to the day!) I've held them off for a bit with animal crackers and peanut butter so I can have a cup of coffee and let the level in my brain catch up with my body.
In spite of the fact that I'm still a bit fuzzy, I am also thankful. Thankful the children haven't "missed" any of their education due to our need to recuperate. Thankful that we don't have to drag them to the pediatrician's office (thus subjecting ourselves to things far worse than the mid-winter ick) just to get a professional's letter exonerating me from negligence in allowing them to rest. Thankful that Zorak can be so sweetly quiet in the mornings, knowing I was almost down for the count. Thankful that, when we do all arise, our learning and exploring can begin and flow and move with us, rather than it being we who must try to catch up with it. Thankful that today is not a waste, no matter how it starts out.
I love this life. (And Smidge loves his new book, which it only took me a couple of minutes to locate.)
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
4 comments:
The reason I chose to homeschool - so I didn't have to get up early and go out two times a day to drive kids to and from school. Ain't it great?!
I've never been told by people my kids would get jealous, but I have been asked many times by mothers about to have #2. They apparently have been told their first child will be jealous and are extremely worried about it. I always tell them don't worry, none of my kids have ever asked to send the baby back. :-) And they are always shocked. (But they have never been babied as much as we baby Toddler B. ;-) )
Sometimes the body just take what it needs without asking us. And often turns out to be a good thing! Glad you got a few extra hours of zzz's. =-)
Nice that you got to sleep in. I love how well homeschooling makes life simpler.
I'm curious what book you got Smidge, Duncan is about the same age and wants something to do when teh girls are 'doing school'. Of course he is showing absolutely NO interest in writing. He's so different from his sisters!
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