No no no – I am not pregnant. If I were, this entry would be titled something along the lines of “Modern Miracle Mom Sues Medical Industry for Bazillions” and you’d learn all about how I’d win my lawsuit and be financially independent for the rest of my life – and then some! Now that we’ve cleared THAT up back to the topic at hand - I have 1.5 children. I have my daughter and I have my husband.
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I always admire the tenacity of ‘special’ moms – those with a “non-traditional” life; one that presents a special set of challenges. Like the single mom (whether by choice or circumstance) who is mother, father, breadwinner, cheerleader, nursemaid and housekeeper all in one. Or the mom of a special needs child who is mother, teacher, advocate, cheerleader and monitor, all in one. In voicing awe or disbelief at their struggles and the hoops (on fire) they have to jump through, I always hear the same thing: you do what you have to do to make things work. My situation is not even as CLOSE to difficult as it is for these moms, so I offer no comparison when I say that NOW is my time to “do what I gotta do”.
I love the Olympic games! In a prior blog, I gave an outline of a multiweek Olympic Games session I’m doing with our homeschool group. Well we had round one of the games and, for inquiring minds, here are some of the things we played. Note that these are games I found in a variety of books and adapted to suit our needs: variety of ages, abilities, limited indoor space, etc. Hope you too can use some of these outrageously funny games!
Category: Creative Solutions, Homeschooling
I was in a dangerous mood today. The mood that screams I AM SURROUNDED BY STUFF – TOO MUCH STUFF and some of it just has to go. My husband is afraid of that mood. If he sees it coming on he makes himself scarce lest I start in about HIS “too much stuff” and demand the lot be culled or at least organized. Not that he ever complies.
Category: Cleaning & Cleanliness
Once upon a time I used to despise getting up in the morning. I had a serious love/hate relationship going on with my alarm clock and its snooze button. 7:00am was just not a normal time to be up and about. And weekends? Well, they were made for luxuriously lounging in bed getting up whenever the mood struck me – IF it struck me at all.
