|Charles using a spoon!|
Well folks, I hate to tell you, but summer is almost over.
I am not one of those parents that leaps for joy at sending the kids back to school.
I am dreading it.
Why, you ask?
Because, that means I have to drive, drive, drive; come rain, sleet, snow, and freezing wind; and I can't be late.
And before all that, I have to drag all my people out of bed, make them breakfast, and lunch, change diapers, and make sure they are dressed appropriately.
I have to worry about their school work, the school asking for volunteer hours and money. Always the money. School is a billion times more expensive than homeschool. That's a scientific fact.
When you have little ones, volunteering is near impossible, unless you want to ask someone else to volunteer to watch your little ones, so you can volunteer to help at the school.
But in addition to regular school, I'll have the two I am homeschooling plus toddler Charles, soccer for three boys, and our callings which take an enormous amount of time. (All this amongst 20 or so other things.)
Between all the campouts Pat's been on, and the business trips (he just got back from several days in D.C. again) I feel like I've been a single parent this summer just in survival mode. Me not happy.
|I was watching tv and liked this red checked tablecloth and blue tea set, so I took a picture.|
It's a fight to find time to read my scriptures, and after taking care of the house and kids, I can't seem to find time to do much else. I was trying to pray this morning and Charles kept ramming his head into my side and growling. Someone always needs something when you're trying to talk to God. Or on the phone. *smile* I know I'll miss it someday, so I enjoy it as much as I can now, and say, "Heavenly Father, my child needs me. I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
|Acting all cute and sweet while he sleeps.|
My mom has taught me the art of stressing about everything until you become kind of paralyzed and can't do anything. We're awesome like that. I hope adding classes to my work load doesn't do this to me. When I feel super depressed about not measuring up, I say to myself, "It's not your season for that", or "...but you're doing great at this", or, "we all have different talents, and are born into different circumstances, and until I can learn so-and-so's talents, I'll just admire her for her amazing abilities", or "I am exactly where God wants me to be right now, and I'm doing the best I can", and I get over it. It's freeing to care less and less about what others think and just be yourself. I always have taken myself too seriously. But it's how I am. I feel things deeply.
|Dal and his friend Lar dirtbiking.|
Did we accomplish all we set out to do this summer? Not by a long shot. I started to type all my goals I'd written down for this summer, and then stopped because there was so much we didn't do. But we did have a good summer overall, and certainly can't complain. Mostly this summer, we just played around the house, had lots of friends over, and the three older boys rode their bikes and visited our neighbor Warren, helping him wash his motorcycle and stuff. We've also been getting to know our new neighbors! I feel rich. We live in a wonderful place!!! I love where I live! Last night, we took the kids out to pizza to celebrate Dad coming home, and we all laughed so hard through the meal, and had so much fun together, that I knew, without a doubt, that I am rich beyond measure.
|Went to a park after pizza. This is in Albuquerque. The mountains are called the Sandias, which means watermelon, because when the sun goes down they look pink. We live up on the backside of those mountains.|
|His final project and report which he presented to us on family night in July.|
|Afterward he got out all his old piano songs and started relearning them with vigor. I could tell he was energized and super proud of himself for finishing school!|
|Glad Pat finally fixed this hand grinder after years. Freshly ground wheat and other grains are super tasty.|
Sam and Evan both gave talks today at church, and they were both so smiley (whoa Sam!) and confident that I knew we must be doing something right. Most things I'm probably doing wrong. Like my refusal to organize the silverware drawer.