*I'll start with the fact that my hub is awesome. He gave me a Nikon D40 for our anniversary. I don't think I've mentioned that here yet, and I should have. He also took me out for a really nice dinner and we saw a movie. What a sweetie! And it wasn't even because of the sappy, gloppy, embarrassingly goofy post I wrote about him. He bought the camera before I published that, so he gets extra points. Now, I just need to figure out how to work it, and become a talented photographer. I'll post some pictures as soon as I get a chance to take some- hopefully this weekend.
*Speaking of this weekend, our grandson Braden is coming to stay with us and we're all really excited about that!
*We're taking Tucker out on Saturday to celebrate his birthday. We'll probably do the pizza-arcade-movie circuit. He's bringing one of his buddies and Braden will be with us, so I'm sure it will be fun. He wants to wait until his actual birthday next Tuesday to have his cake and open presents. Have you ever heard of a kid who chooses to wait for presents? He says his birthday will seem boring and disappointing if he opens them all early.
There. That was three things. Let the good times roll.
Thank you for the encouraging comments yesterday. Keep the prayers coming, please. When it comes to homeschool, I know exactly what my problem is, but I just don't know how to fix it. I'm a one-track-mind kind of girl. When I'm trying to totally dedicate myself to a task and do it well, I can't seem to accomplish anything else except that one thing. If I'm focusing on school, my house suffers. I can't seem to keep an orderly home and remain devoted to school all at the same time. I just don't know how to juggle it all. Not a good multi-tasker, is what I'm saying. And when my house suffers- when the laundry is backed up and everything is out of order (or just plain filthy), and nothing is like it should be, I'm overwhelmed and miserable. When I'm overwhelmed and miserable, I seem to just shut-down altogether. I can't think straight and prioritize. I can't figure out where or how to jump in and get started, so I just do nothing. You guys have heard all this whining before... Blah, blah, blaaaahhhh.
It really does seem my feelings of security and well-being, and even my whole sense of purpose and self-worth, are all tied to having a clean and orderly house. Sucks to be me, I guess, because my family does not seem to have the same affliction. Uh-oh. There I go again with the word "sucks." Sorry. When I look around at all the able-bodied people sharing my living quarters who do not seem to be bothered by the disorder, or by the fact that I am miserable about it and clearly need help, or by the fact that they all contribute to the state of our disorder, the wallowing begins. Add to that the fact that I haven't been feeling good (physically speaking) lately, and I come down with a pretty mean case of Martyr Syndrome. And that, my dear friends, is what you call the makings for one totally awesome blow-out of a pity party with balloons and streamers. It appears that they all believe none of the disorder around here is their fault or their problem, while I constantly believe it is all my fault and always my problem and I am one gigantic, whopping lazy loser for not being able to keep up. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but sometimes I can be a tiny bit hard on myself.
Anyhoo... How do you guys do it? How do you juggle all the different aspects of your life and keep up? And why can't I? I feel like a failure.
Reminding myself that nobody likes a complainer, so... Moving on.
We called the school yesterday about that scary kid in Evan's class. Ev didn't want us to do anything about it at all, which I understood. #ONE- He's the new guy at school and doesn't want to establish a bad rep right off the bat for running home to mommy and daddy to tattle. #TWO- I suspect he also feels a little intimidated by the kid (I would) and doesn't want him finding out he's the one who said something. #THREE- He believes the kid isn't serious, he's just saying those things for attention and it's probably "no big deal." Maybe so, but that's an awfully big chance to take, in my opinion, and even if the kid is just trying to get attention, he sounds like he really needs some help. Happy, well-adjusted kids don't say things like that just to get attention. So... we called. The VP called Evan into his office to question him about the kid, so Evan isn't too happy with us now. I think he understands why we felt we needed to call, and I'm sure he realizes it really was the right thing to do, but he's still not thrilled.
Other than the Classmate From Hades, I think Evan is adjusting to school pretty well so far. I don't think he really likes it, but he doesn't hate it either. I hope he can make a few decent friends soon. Let's hope he doesn't wind up becoming friends with Psycho Ricky. That would be an unpleasant twist, wouldn't it?
Alex started his classes and already knows he doesn't like Biology. He's also in the process of trying to find a job that will fit around his school hours. I hope he finds one SOON- something to fill his spare time before he finds another girl. I've had it with his love life. How I wound up with such a Rico Suave for a son, I'll never understand.
(Just in case you're too young to understand the Rico Suave reference, here you go...)
Other than that, I'm just watching the timer ticking away toward the Vietnam shut down, which I'm sure, is adding to my depression. I knew it wasn't reasonable to believe we'd get a referral, but still... You guys know I was hoping. It's so hard to believe it's really going to be over.
That being positive thing worked out pretty well, didn't it?