The number one thing I like the most about this school year so far is time. Up until three mornings ago, nearly every day I slept in until 8:30 am, slowly stretching my arms and arching my back all while lazily wrestling with myself to throw off the covers and get out of bed. My body wanted to relax, and yet my mind was terrified of what havoc my children had already wreaked in the kitchen and their rooms. Many more times than I'd like to admit did I awake from a peaceful slumber and find all the cushions off the couches and transformed into a fort and a half gallon of milk spilled on the kitchen floor. The thing is that I could not get angry with my children over these infractions because:
1.) I should have gotten up out of bed earlier.
2.) Forts are just too dang cool.
I think the worse time was when all three of my boys got up at 4 am during a thunderstorm not because they were scared of the lightening and thunder, but because they were hungry. Between the claps of thunder we could hear rumblings and crashes in the kitchen. At first, we thought perhaps our dog or some other animal was running loose inside. Instead we found six eyeballs staring back at us through the flickering of light raiding the pantry. Of course, I pretended like I was asleep while I let the hubs take care of it. Oh and I guess I shouldn't say we since I was actually in bed.
I love those moments.
Monday was a day of new direction as well as a welcome relief. I've often told myself how much I'd love to homeschool my kids, but that I am too slothful to make a syllabus for educating my children. Instead, I find ways to voice my opinions on the mountain of paperwork that my children inevitably bring home the first week of every school year. Understandably, the school teachers usually hate me for the first week as a result of my sarcastic scribbles which I hastily write on these forms my children and I are supposed to sign. My favorites that my five-year-old and six-year-old are expected to sign:
1.) Commitment to Not Look at Pornography while surfing the school's internet form, 'cause you know five-year-olds have such a hard time with that.
2.) Ethnicity Survey which if I refuse to fill out the school then has to make an educated guess as to what race my children are. I sure hope they're good guessers...
Perhaps I have too much time on my hands?
I also realized Monday just how much time I have to get chores done around the house. So far I've gotten caught up on the laundry, vacuumed the once camouflaged carpet in my bedroom, experimented with several new recipes, gone out to lunch with my youngest and husband at the same time, as well as taken my youngest to a playdate for a couple hours. All in the three days that my oldest two have been in school I have accomplished more than I have in two weeks during the summertime. Life has been sweet. Time has been gracious.
Time is like a handful of sand: the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers. --unknown