A Tortoise

Slow and steady wins the race right? That seems to be the theme of our lives lately. Everyday there is more to be done than can possibly be accomplished, but everyday we try, everyday we have some successes and some failures, and we're learning to be okay with that. Okay, I'm learning to be okay with that. It's hard to do a little of everything and not really do any one thing well. Case in point, my first class (in forever). I misunderstood the directions for the first two weeks, result.... a D. It's okay, I can make it up. Now that I'm clear as to the expectation, I can meet it, but truly living that philosophy physically requires me to take a deep breath.
It's okay that the laundry table is overflowing with laundry...right? At least everyday an attempt is made at keeping it in process. It's okay that expiration dates should be checked before drinking any milk from the fridge, right? It's okay that homeschool is having a sick day today for a low grade fever, right?
So, for those whose phone calls haven't been returned promptly, please don't take it personally. No one's calls are being returned promptly. I am the tortoise that is in the race for the long haul. I'll eventually catch up to you and the world that keeps on spinning. Someday, I'll actually see the Oscar nominated movies before the Oscars!
One piece of good news, 21 lbs of weight loss so far!!!! Feeling motivated in this department. Starting to see clothes that are way too big come out of the closet!!! I will have to go shopping soon and I'm actually looking forward to it.

Now Serving Crazy

I'm sitting at the kitchen table. This will probably become my new perch. Why, you ask? Well, let's just say that in order to keep Prince Lawn Gnome and Braveheart from killing one another during homeschool, they need a little extra mommy supervision. All I wanted was a shower, just a shower and to blowdry my hair, because when I wait too long then it's done for for the remainder of the day. What do I hear three rooms away? "MMMMMOOOMMMM!" Settle the first dispute, lay down the law, remind children of their current responsibilities and return to hairdryer. What do I hear three rooms away? "MMMMMOOOMMMM! Prince Lawn Gnome stuck the calculator down his pants!" (I loath 15 year old boy humor.)

Prince Lawn Gnome appears with squirted water dripping from his forehead, no doubt from the spray bottle meant for Leo the cat to keep him out of the Christmas tree. Oh, yeah, you know Braveheart isn't all innocent in this one. But, since I also need to use said calculator from time to time, I must do something. "Would you like it if I stuck the calculator down my pants and then made you use it?, I ask." Obviously, I'm not above coming down to his level, but the shock value of even thinking about your mom's underwear and the pure gross out factor should work, right?

"You always take her side, you're just sexist!" Prince Lawn Gnome asserts. "It's sexist!" Now, let's review... I've had one cup of coffee this morning not my usual, required two. I've had an interrupted shower time, and guess what, no schoolwork is getting done. Now, I'm being called a sexist in MY OWN HOME, the one I allow Prince Lawn Gnome to dwell in! Seriously, are we serving crazy today? Because, I can serve crazy!

And, for the topper, today's lesson, poetry! Lord, please help me.