It’s late, but I’m trying to get back in the habit of writing regularly so here’s just a quick synopsis of today.
It turns out that I may have taken my big sigh of relief a bit too soon.
Today I zipped to the hospital to pick up my sister and bring her home from the hospital. Nope, we’ve got some complications so that didn’t happen. What did happen was half a day of figuring out what was going on. That didn’t happen either. So, I left with the plan of returning this evening.
Next, a quick stop at Wal-Mart to pick up the things we need for when she is discharged and then home.
Once home, it’s time to start on the school work that is assigned for us to get done. Well, for youngest daughter to get done…except we have been pretty casual homeschoolers with strong leanings towards unschooling so I knew we’d have some catching up to do.
I was right.
She breezed through math with few problems.
Then came Latin. Whoa. I was lost. I could figure out the words somewhat because I speak some Spanish, but other than that…holy crap! I was silently trying to figure out how to explain to her how to do it and feeling pretty desperate. Then she calmly starts filling in the blanks with Latin conjugations, tenses, stem vowels, personal endings, and translations. Folks, we’ve never even done most of this stuff in English, much less Latin. Who is this kid?
Then I spent thirty minutes trying to make sense of the computer program the school uses as a communication blog to make sure that everything that needed to be done got done. I read all the syllabi (had to check the spelling on that one – it’s been a looooong time since college) and signed that I understood everything. Right. As if.
Lunch is packed and back pack is stuffed. Kiddo is showered and in bed.
Then it was time to go clean the office that I do on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday nights.
I never made it back to the hospital to see my sister like I promised.
Now it’s late and I’m tired.
My husband is in the middle of inventory prep at work and working crazy overtime.
The truck inspection is overdue, but we have to fix the parking brake first.
My next door neighbor is complaining that my chickens are eating her grass. Ummm, It’s drought season in this part of Texas so I felt like asking “what grass?” Last week she told me that she didn’t mind the chickens because they ate the fire ants.
Oldest daughter is watching You Tube videos to figure out how to fix the truck brakes.
She’s trying to rig the chicken coop to keep the Houdini chickens in.
Husband is frustrated that he can’t help with anything because he has to be at work.
Barret the dog is acting sick again.
Daughter has to be at school at 8:40 in the morning.
I have to go work another part time job at 8:00 in the morning. I need to be at the hospital at 9:00 in the morning. They need me to sign paperwork at the school for my teaching job by noon. All three of these locations are 45 minutes apart.
And the dogs water dish is empty again.
I think that I’m stressed.
I also think that it’s somehow going to be okay.
It could always be worse.
Youngest daughter is excited about going to school tomorrow. The truck is running. The part-time jobs mean more income to pay down debt. My sister is safely in the hospital with people caring for her. She’s letting me use her car so that all four of us aren’t trying to do all this with one car. Oldest daughter can follow instructions (unlike me). Somebody understands the Latin homework (also not me) and I’m not responsible for any more lessons until Thursday. I can fill the water dish.
And I’m going to bed.
Tomorrow is another day.
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...