I felt sooooo much better yesterday. I got quite a lot done. I made big plans for today.
Today, the “crud” returned. Maybe the cold is gone and allergies have flared up. The first cedar pollen bud watchers have reported that the buds are popping. Yes, the allergies are so bad here that we have folks who watch out for this sort of thing.
In any case, the fever is back. I lay down for a short rest and slept 3 hours. Nothing much was accomplished…
– other than some school catch-up.
Math is killing us. We just aren’t making noticeable progress. I have a pretty stubborn kiddo and if I hear, “I hate Math” one more time…
I’m going to sweetly suggest that we give it another go. Maybe.
I did spend some time reading blogs about folks who are decluttering and simplifying and reducing waste and growing and cooking all their own food. No waste. No additives. All from scratch. While chopping their own firewood for the stove in the home they built themselves. With their children who are already doing advanced calculus in 3rd grade. After hiking in Nepal for summer break. And making their own laundry detergent to wash their clothes that they make themselves – 100% cotton, of course.
I’m not judging. More power to them! I’d be right there with them if I could figure it out. If I could declutter enough stuff. If I could get out of debt. If I had started 30 years ago. If I could remember to water the plants right by my front door, much less grow a garden. If I didn’t take a 3 hour nap. If.
But hey! I’m in a better place right now than I was a year ago. I’ve paid down over $2000.00 on our debt. Loads of stuff has left and I’m not hauling it in anymore. I’m not “running with the crowd” anymore without trying to be more intentional.
I’m thinking about it.
I’m learning to be “me” and live my own life –
with what I have to work with.
More power to me!
- a piece of wall art
- two sweaters – one of which makes me look like a melting snowman.
- a worn-out pair of p.j. pants
- used up some hand-made paper that has been waiting around for years for the “perfect” project. turned it into guerilla art cards
- 11 small bottles of colored glue leftover from an art class and the plastic box they are stored in.
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...