So - i just don't feel like it right now. I don't feel like anything. Except shit. For weeks now, I have been in a certain indescribable malaise. Physically and emotionally. I read these interwebs daily - and compare my crap to other people's crap and my crap isn't half as bad....but it's my crap nontheless. I know I shouldn't complain....I am thankful for so many things. Really I am .
And when I try to sit and put down my thoughts - I read my crap and think to myself...stop whining . So in an effort to inject some humor into the funkin' funk - here goes:
Last week , both girls had the flu and were home with me...all frickin' week. I picked up a homework packet for Emily, so she wouldn't get behind. While she was home sick ( and she was really sick this time) she had to: do math homework, take a math test, complete a book report, complete the required '4th grade California Mission project'* , pick at least one fight with me when it's convenient, go to the Dr. for her physical and throat culture, pick another fight with me because the first one wasn't satifsying enough, practice her softball swing, catch up on the SuiteLife of Zach and Cody mind numbing marathon - and , did I mention the fight picking thing?
The little one, who was also home sick all week had to: color, catch up on WowWow Wubzy and Little Bill (god how I love No commercials Noggin channel), practice counting to 100 for the 100th Day of School., listen to Emily and me fighting, learn that just blowing snot out of your nose without benefit of a two ply nose blowing receptacle leaves you boogery fingers, wear your pajamas all day for days, color some more, and promise me that she won't ever be 9.
They survived to every four hour doses of Tylenol, Robitussen and Pediacare. I survived too. I have lost a few braincells - but I have come to the conclusion that I would rather chew off my left arm than homeschool.
*more on the 4th Grade California Mission projects later, once the glue gun fumes have cleared