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altarflameI woke to the most horrible and the most wonderful news.
Horrible - A friend of mine...my good friend's best friend, a woman who was just over at my sister's house a couple of weeks ago with her kids...anyway her husband just died on his way to work, in a motorcycle accident :/ We have a large network of people ready to help her with babysitting and meals and things, but...holy crap this is the second person in my local Natural Parenting group to lose their husband to their commute this year. I mean what the hell :/ Both of these women are making the leap from "attachmet parenting, homeschooling mother" to "single mom", as they deal with bone-crushing grief. I wish there were more I could do.
Wonderful - Midwifery Today, in addition to accepting my article, is also going to be using MY ART! And for that they PAY MONEY! And WHAT?!
It was a big morning for checking my email, let's say that.
I went on a long bike ride with Elise on the back, and Grant rode along. We went all over. It was good.
I saw a lower number on the scale again.
I feel shockingly crazily like I can do crazy huge things. Like be a real writer and lose a bunch of weight. Like I'm already doing them.
My brother is here. He and Grant played Street Fighter for awhile, and tossed a football around outside together. He ate some of my white chicken chili for lunch and spaghetti for dinner. He walked with us to Grant Sr's and helped us load up the rest of our boxed and stored junk to bring back here. His room already really feels like "his room" rather than "my office" in a big way. We got him a dresser from Grant Sr's, and a shelving unit. He's more social and articulate than last time, and growing into his height in a good way that's less awkward looking than when he was newly tall. He came and sat and listened while I read chapters of Narnia to A and A tonight. I think he's happy. I'm certain my kids are thrilled with this development.
Amongst the junk from Grant Sr's was my old filing cabinet, filled with
-Memo's art
-handwritten letters from; Ma and Pa, Jenny, Jon Failes, Bobby, my mother, Laura, Grant, Aaron Wymer, Matt Irwin, Cindi, Angie, middle school teachers, Kathy, Jess, and more. Cards galore, as well
-negatives of pictures of my first two kids who were actually captured on film since they were born in the stone age
-all of Ananda and Aaron's old letter of the week files (A, B, C, etc)
-SO MUCH REALLY BAD POETRY
-and just a little that's really good
-MORE old journals, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh
-report cards, schedule changes, hall passes and airline ticket stubs
Grant, I love. His smell, his warmth, his eyes, the way he stops and apologizes whenever he is impatient or snippy. His hands and his lips.
I have so much cleaning to do that it started to really freak me out this evening. I got a next load each going, of dishes and laundry, and ironed Grant's work clothes for tomorrow, and was just putting it out of my head for awhile. It's looking like I'm going to have a full house for Thanksgiving, which is AWESOME, but also means I basically have to start scrubbing this place top to bottom...now. Except, oh yeah, I'm going to be busy with a million other things every minute until it sneaks up on me and then I'll have no time at all and have to use what I do for, you know...pie assembly and turkey brining and par-boiling and things.
My Dad and Madie are most likely coming the Wednesday before, spending the night and then leaving after we eat on the the day. My sister, Frank and Brian will be here. I am willing to bet on Shaun. And obviously the seven of us, plus Bob.
We're also hosting this month's potluck, for that natural family group I'm a part of, just a few days after Thanksgiving. I would really like to do things like scrub the furniture and take a magic eraser to every wall in the place and use a whole day to make the deck right. But in actuality I've got, like, literally 10 clean and 10 dirty loads of laundry each, in a laundry room you can barely get in and out of, and my entire library is stacked with boxes and bags to be gone through from Grant Sr's house, and my kitchen looks like a bomb went off in there. *sigh*
My to-do list for tomorrow:
-Wake kids, enforce their chores, feed everyone breakfast
-find that check on the bar
-go deposit check, pick up produce, and do the store run Bob wants to do
-Right Start Math with A and A, followed by Kumon workbooks
-Abeka and Kumon math with Isaac and Jake
-get the tv room and library gone through and situated and set right, with a lot of help involved from everyone else
-vaccum them
-bring out all the clean laundry to there and get it all put away, again with a lot of troops pitching in
-get Aaron to Elite hip hop by 5:30
-edit and send those two query letters to V
-contemplate third
-make the kitchen make sense
-dinner at a decent time
-bedtime routines
Horrible - A friend of mine...my good friend's best friend, a woman who was just over at my sister's house a couple of weeks ago with her kids...anyway her husband just died on his way to work, in a motorcycle accident :/ We have a large network of people ready to help her with babysitting and meals and things, but...holy crap this is the second person in my local Natural Parenting group to lose their husband to their commute this year. I mean what the hell :/ Both of these women are making the leap from "attachmet parenting, homeschooling mother" to "single mom", as they deal with bone-crushing grief. I wish there were more I could do.
Wonderful - Midwifery Today, in addition to accepting my article, is also going to be using MY ART! And for that they PAY MONEY! And WHAT?!
It was a big morning for checking my email, let's say that.
I went on a long bike ride with Elise on the back, and Grant rode along. We went all over. It was good.
I saw a lower number on the scale again.
I feel shockingly crazily like I can do crazy huge things. Like be a real writer and lose a bunch of weight. Like I'm already doing them.
My brother is here. He and Grant played Street Fighter for awhile, and tossed a football around outside together. He ate some of my white chicken chili for lunch and spaghetti for dinner. He walked with us to Grant Sr's and helped us load up the rest of our boxed and stored junk to bring back here. His room already really feels like "his room" rather than "my office" in a big way. We got him a dresser from Grant Sr's, and a shelving unit. He's more social and articulate than last time, and growing into his height in a good way that's less awkward looking than when he was newly tall. He came and sat and listened while I read chapters of Narnia to A and A tonight. I think he's happy. I'm certain my kids are thrilled with this development.
Amongst the junk from Grant Sr's was my old filing cabinet, filled with
-Memo's art
-handwritten letters from; Ma and Pa, Jenny, Jon Failes, Bobby, my mother, Laura, Grant, Aaron Wymer, Matt Irwin, Cindi, Angie, middle school teachers, Kathy, Jess, and more. Cards galore, as well
-negatives of pictures of my first two kids who were actually captured on film since they were born in the stone age
-all of Ananda and Aaron's old letter of the week files (A, B, C, etc)
-SO MUCH REALLY BAD POETRY
-and just a little that's really good
-MORE old journals, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh
-report cards, schedule changes, hall passes and airline ticket stubs
Grant, I love. His smell, his warmth, his eyes, the way he stops and apologizes whenever he is impatient or snippy. His hands and his lips.
I have so much cleaning to do that it started to really freak me out this evening. I got a next load each going, of dishes and laundry, and ironed Grant's work clothes for tomorrow, and was just putting it out of my head for awhile. It's looking like I'm going to have a full house for Thanksgiving, which is AWESOME, but also means I basically have to start scrubbing this place top to bottom...now. Except, oh yeah, I'm going to be busy with a million other things every minute until it sneaks up on me and then I'll have no time at all and have to use what I do for, you know...pie assembly and turkey brining and par-boiling and things.
My Dad and Madie are most likely coming the Wednesday before, spending the night and then leaving after we eat on the the day. My sister, Frank and Brian will be here. I am willing to bet on Shaun. And obviously the seven of us, plus Bob.
We're also hosting this month's potluck, for that natural family group I'm a part of, just a few days after Thanksgiving. I would really like to do things like scrub the furniture and take a magic eraser to every wall in the place and use a whole day to make the deck right. But in actuality I've got, like, literally 10 clean and 10 dirty loads of laundry each, in a laundry room you can barely get in and out of, and my entire library is stacked with boxes and bags to be gone through from Grant Sr's house, and my kitchen looks like a bomb went off in there. *sigh*
My to-do list for tomorrow:
-Wake kids, enforce their chores, feed everyone breakfast
-find that check on the bar
-go deposit check, pick up produce, and do the store run Bob wants to do
-Right Start Math with A and A, followed by Kumon workbooks
-Abeka and Kumon math with Isaac and Jake
-get the tv room and library gone through and situated and set right, with a lot of help involved from everyone else
-vaccum them
-bring out all the clean laundry to there and get it all put away, again with a lot of troops pitching in
-get Aaron to Elite hip hop by 5:30
-edit and send those two query letters to V
-contemplate third
-make the kitchen make sense
-dinner at a decent time
-bedtime routines
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Cleaning
Date: 2009-11-17 01:52 pm (UTC)-Shaun
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Date: 2009-11-20 05:20 am (UTC)Just seeing the kinds of things you try to accomplish in a day gives me a good sense of how I can make my own to-do list.