Thursday, October 3, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
more kids.
got to care for these lovely girls this afternoon & evening... cannot wait to have them here again tomorrow! (and either can my kids...)
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
there's so little time and so much to achieve...
... I've been lying here holding the grass in its place,
Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,
Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet,
Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.
... I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud,
Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,
Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,
Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.
... I've been supervising the work of the ants
And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,
Calling the fish to swim into my nets,
And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths,
And I'm TIRED!
- Shel Silverstein
As I read this poem, I saw myself literally holding the grass in its place and pressing my face to the nearest leaf... I was wearing an apron with my hair tied back and, per the weather lately, wearing my white and black striped slippers tucked neatly under my bum as I sat on my knees. I was not smiling but I was not grumbling either -- I was determined as though IT WAS ALL DEPENDENT ON ME.
If I was a psychotherapist I'd likely have some wonderful explanations for the apron and the determined aforementioned look; the slippers and the hair-not-flowing... unfortunately, I come lacking in expertise on anything aside from home, children, budgeting and bathing; schooling, driving, cooking and cleaning. I come as a freakishly tired-to-the-point-of-numb homeschooling Mom to three children and the wife of a CEO of a new start up in Seattle.
I think I just therapized myself.
I have not much more to say this evening... but here are some photos of our day today.
... I've been lying here holding the grass in its place,
Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,
Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet,
Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.
... I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud,
Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,
Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,
Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.
... I've been supervising the work of the ants
And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,
Calling the fish to swim into my nets,
And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths,
And I'm TIRED!
- Shel Silverstein
As I read this poem, I saw myself literally holding the grass in its place and pressing my face to the nearest leaf... I was wearing an apron with my hair tied back and, per the weather lately, wearing my white and black striped slippers tucked neatly under my bum as I sat on my knees. I was not smiling but I was not grumbling either -- I was determined as though IT WAS ALL DEPENDENT ON ME.
If I was a psychotherapist I'd likely have some wonderful explanations for the apron and the determined aforementioned look; the slippers and the hair-not-flowing... unfortunately, I come lacking in expertise on anything aside from home, children, budgeting and bathing; schooling, driving, cooking and cleaning. I come as a freakishly tired-to-the-point-of-numb homeschooling Mom to three children and the wife of a CEO of a new start up in Seattle.
I think I just therapized myself.
I have not much more to say this evening... but here are some photos of our day today.
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| Katie bug working on her Writing Strands in school... |
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| William taking a break and searching for Waldo... while the dog sleeps beyond. |
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| and Benjamin creating some sort of something out of what the RECYCLE bin offers. |
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