Sabbath

Sundays somehow snuck in and became my favorite day.  They usually start with a too-early alarm clock followed by my wails of, "I have NOTHING to wear"... because I don't.  seriously.  I used to complain about having to teach the pre-schoolers at church too.  "Why can't anyone else do it??"  "No one is as busy as me."  "I have too many kids to fit this in.  Can't anyone see that?"  And then getting at least the six year old to sit calmly through mass...  Caging the nearly one year old.  Lord forbid if the volunteer didn't show up to do the nursery for the other two... hell hath no fury.

Over time though, it's become better.  I still have nothing to wear, but I've tried to curb that by putting together  something ridiculous to wear the night before.  (I've decided I want to dress like Ellen. That chick knows what she's doing.  I think it looks classy but casual.  and fun.)  Anyhoo...  although I still wonder why I've been chosen to fit in the preschoolers during my (lack-of) down time, sometimes having to deal with the crazy little people puts my little people into perspective.  May sound mean, but some of them make my kids' crazy behavior just... not so bad... sometimes.  And besides that, I like getting the hugs and the funny little whispers of hello from across the church.  It really isn't so hard to give 20 minutes of my time a week to 'the cause'.

We usually go for doughnuts after church.  This took some guiding...  at church they charge $1.00 for one doughnut and a juice/coffee.  ...times 5 people?  ludicrous.  Here's where budgeting edu-ma-cation comes in and now we go pick out our own on the cheap at the grocery store.  We then all sit around with the newspaper and comics and big mugs o'coffee and milk and just... chill.  After doughnuts are Hoovered in nearly no time, the boys (I include Hubs here) usually wrestle around and get silly.  Then...

naps.

for everyone.

aaaah.

This was all followed up yesterday by spooky house painting.

I sat back.  Took it all in.  And did... nothing.

This may sound so trivial, but I call it amazing.  I am not the most religious, but lately I've been trying to "keep holy the Sabbath".  I think God really knew what he was doing when he planned the whole Sabbath thing.  Six days out of the week we go like crazy people.  It's pure ridiculousness.  Between homeschooling, house-wife-ing (this encompasses, like 100,000 jobs) and holding down multiple ("real") jobs we usually teeter-totter right on the edge of burnout.  Sundays are necessary.  I don't do laundry.  I don't vacuum.  I don't scour.  Only the necessities.  I think everybody needs that.  Call it "Sabbath" call it "OOoga Booga" just do it.

Anyway... it's Monday again.  Usually on Sundays all peaceful with my family, I think, "Man, I could just have tons of babies."  By Monday, say.. around 8am, I don't necessarily want... 4 babies.  Well, I want them... but in straight jackets for some of the day...  just sayin.  Monday brings ya back to reality.

Here's more spooky house pics.  Have a peaceful good fine ... just have a Monday.

I found this lurking under the table while everyone was painting...

(dang dust bunnies!)

Five For Friday

 The summarization of a  ho-hum Awesome week:

1.  Project House Overhaul is on like Donkey Kong.  sorta.  As much as possible?  Here's the plan.  I start in my bedroom.  I started in the corner nearest *MY* side of the bed.  (heh.  selfishness.)  Anyhoo... Ima spend 15 minutes a day in there just freaking plugging away.  By the time I get to the closet I will be enlisting The Hubs help.  If you know my Hubs, you know he is a packrat.  (Can I get an AMEN!?)  So, the childish part of me says "I am not doing that shit alone."  The day it is all clean will be a glorious day...  then on day two of glorious-ness I will start the garage or some pipe dream like that.  But I can see light at the end of this Hoarders episode tunnel.  Oh, yes.

2.  Speaking of unorganized messy ridiculousness... know the best way to get around showing the ones you love how badly your house needs some lovin?  Have your daughter's first birthday at the park!  I think its going to be the best yet... Lemme tell ya, I have never been so excited for a party.  All the fun planning without the worry of making the house look perfect... or as perfect as possible.  Thirty bucks gets you a great pavilion at the nicest park I've seen in our area for awhile.  I can't express my psych-ed-ness.  Truthfully, I wish more of my family was around to enjoy the awesome bash. 

3.  Speaking of unorganized messy ridiculousness AND my kid's first birthday...  a good friend of mine the other day offered to help me get ready for said party.  Even said she'd help me clean my house.  What... Whaaaaat?!  People don't say things like this to me often. This is the stuff that makes the world go 'round, I think.  It was just so nice and I probably think of it once a day.  No, I would not in a million years have actually made her do it, but its the offering that I think is just freaking amazing.  I think I'm finally getting a good group of gal-pals.  (You get pregnant for 5 years and see how your social life goes...)

4.  I've seen a lot of blogs this week where people were questioning what to do when you're feeling "out of it" towards homeschooling or what to do when your kids won't listen and things like this.  No one had any answers.  I need them.  Thanks.

5.  Haven is back, bitches.  ...if you care.  SyFy ordered up 13 more episodes.  Yes, this does make me sad that it turned into a big deal for me.  I've been watching Twitter like a hawk.  No, none of this makes me cool in any way, shape or form.

Have a kick-ass weekend.  I'll just be over here working on my mess.  Toodles.

Taaaaaaaaaa! Daaaaaaaaaaa!

Where have you been, young lady!?  I don't know.  busy.  tired.  cra. zay.  This blog entry will suck.  This is not pessimism, this is realism.  I don't have much time because I've suddenly begun to believe my house will crash in on itself like some shut-in on Hoarders.  Okay, it's not that bad... I suppose...  but, damn it needs some lovin'.  We've had people in and out of the hizzy lately working with Max and every time they come over the living room and kitchen are spotless!  Where does all that shit go?  In my bedroom.  In outer far-away rooms where it can't be seen.  Am I the only one that ends up like this???  Where does all your crap go?  All the paperwork that comes in the mail??  Am I supposed to keep the picture of the Echinosaurusthingy that Coop colored last week?  Do I just throw it away???  mess.  mess.  mess. 

What's the solution?  If I'm not overly organized now, just telling me, "Be more organized!" is not going to help.  I know mine and mine knows me...or whatever.  Homeschooling times 4 does not help any solution imagined.  Other people seem to have this down, but then again lately I've been reading blogs where the people project themselves as PERFECT.  Everything in order and now they're going to tell me how to do it.  Nope.  Doesn't work.  ...That's the problem with reading too many blogs... the perceiving of things... 

So... Ima go clean now.  I want one of those Oscar the Grouch trashcans.  I'd like to throw everything into it, place the lid on top and say, "Taaaaaaaa!  Daaaaaaa!  Clean."

and scene.