Outside my window:: Silence and darkness. It’s warm though. Hitting the 80s this week.
Listening to:: The fan at the end of the hallway as I sit in the living room. The notification pings on my computer of my husband messaging me from the computer in the basement. We’re chatting about poop and “[making you a] Mother’s Day.” Those are unrelated topics, thankfully.
Clothing myself in:: An old fushia ribbed tank from Old Navy, and a pair of cropped pajama pants that are part of a set I bought right before ZouZou was born, to wear after ZouZou was born. I sort of think a fresh set of pajamas per baby is reasonable, though come to think of it I didn’t get a pair to wear after Evie was born.
Talking to my children about these books:: Mrs. Piggle Wiggle (a chapter book). Seriously silly stuff. Mrs. Piggle Wiggle is a lady that knows everything about children. Mothers of children call Mrs. Piggle Wiggle to ask for help in dealing with their errant children and she gives them her cures: The Won’t-Pick-Up-Toys Cure, the Never-Want-To-Go-To-Bedders Cure, the Answer-Backer Cure (Mrs, Piggle Wiggle lends out her parrot to cure that one. You guessed it, that parrot talks back!), and so on. I wish the chapters were a teeny tiny bit shorter because it’s hard to get a whole one in with an Evie in the house. (She is very jealous of books.) I also wish I could call Mrs. Piggle Wiggle. I would need her on speed dial.
In my own reading:: Just finished The Guernsey Literary and Potato Pie Society and wholeheartedly recommend it. It’s fiction and instead of chapters, the book is made up of letters sent back and forth between a group of people regarding the German occupation of the English Channel island Guernsey during WWII. I enjoyed the wit and humor very much and I love happy endings. I also checked out Kristin Lavransdatter from the library and am four pages into that one. I’m not sure how I will do because I have trouble with names that aren’t written in plain old English. My mind has no filing process for such words and I forget who is who. It’s awfully hard to follow a story well under such circumstances.
Thinking and thinking:: About how to be hard on myself and merciful too. To demand more of myself and yet not get discouraged when I fail. There is a lot of “support” online these days for moms in the trenches and “your doing a good job mom” stuff I appreciate that and sometimes I do need to hear that at the end of the day my kids simply need to know that I love them. But I also need to be pushed to be a better mom by loving my kids in concrete ways. Love is more than just giving hugs and kisses and saying I love you. Love is caring for little minds and little bodies and little souls. When I fail to do that, to teach them well and feed them well and guide and guard them, I fail to love them. Obviously! And I fail so very much and it’s hard to see all of my failures and accept my human weakness and be gentle with myself so that I don’t want to just throw in the towel. To trust God to meet me in my littleness, ya know?
Pondering:: Then he said to all ‘If anyone wishes to come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.’ Lk 9:23
Carefully cultivating rhythm:: Hmmm. Rhythm. I don’t know what to say about this one. Around here we have spurs of honest to goodness, real, quality rhythm and then we get out of whack. I’m hoping to work towards a better solid daily routine for at least Roo in the next few weeks. We have our “normal” but I’m hoping to refine that. Help her to get a better grasp of what each day will look like. She really does thrive on knowing when and what will happen each day and I know she will be receptive to having more of a plan. As for the other kiddos, it will be nice to settle into a warm weather rhythm. The little ones love to be outside and I need to adjust my own day to accommodate more backyard time and less screen time.
Creating by hand:: When we moved, we took our four old kitchen chairs to the basement. Months ago I bought some fabric to recover the seats but I was intimidated by the project because it involved a staple gun and I wasn’t 100% sure things would turn out how I hoped. Finally I couldn’t ignore the (somewhat expensive) supplies any longer and last week, I got up the nerve and started stapling. Come what may! Well, I finished one of the chairs and I am completely happy with how it turned out. That was a few days ago and somehow I have not found my success inspirational to go ahead and do the other three so who knows when those will get done.
Oh, and I put together a fabric journal cover for a present for a First Communicant last week. I needed something last minute because I entirely forgot that you are supposed to give First Communion gifts.
On my list of other sewing things to do is fix a thrifted to-big, strapless dress to fit ZouZou and finish slipcovering this stupid living room chair I am sitting in right this very minute.
Learning lessons in:: Homeschooling. I’m always learning more. And yet it seems like never enough.
Encouraging learning in:: Proper handwriting. Roo took to handwriting more slowly than reading. When she was doing kindergarten work we eventually switched to doing most of her lessons verbally because I could tell that the writing part was slowing down her progress in other areas and I didn’t want her frustration to stunt her growth and color her whole learning experience from the get-go. Well, she’s grown more confident in her writing now and its time to buckle down and work on penmanship and such.
Keeping house:: I’m behind on laundry. I should be folding right now. The loads are clean. Didn’t I tell you I like to wash and dry? It’s just the putting away part :(.
Crafting in the kitchen:: Since my husband has worked the last two Saturdays our grocery shopping has kind of gone awry and the cupboards are not looking too good right now. Tonight I was going to order pizza but providentially Mr. S. got off of work at 6:30 p.m. (last night he got home at 8 p.m.) and was able to grab a rotisserie chicken, bagged salad, and fresh bread at the store on the way home. Does that count as crafting in the kitchen? Oh wait! I made chocolate chip cookies today. I truly cannot remember the last time I made cookies.
To be fit and happy:: I don’t know if running after Jack and toting around Evie counts as being fit? I do not exercise. I never have.
Giving thanks:: For prayers answered.
Loving the moments when:: Evie shows her true colors. The girl is what we, in this house, refer to as “a contender” now. She fifteen-months-old going on three years (at least!). She has attitude for miles and expressions galore and I just think she’s the funniest little thing.
Planning for the week ahead:: I got a text tonight from an old neighbor and am expecting a last minute playdate here tomorrow morning (at what time, I do not know), Thursday is homeschool co-op day and Mr. S. has gotten the day off so that he can watch Jack for once (it’s such a long day for Jack!) and we can drive his car with the air conditioning instead of the van with the broken AC. (It’s getting fixed next week, yay!) Then Friday will be another home day unless someone proposes a park playdate. This weekend will be Mr. S.’s first full weekend in three weeks and we plan to enjoy it to the full. Maybe even with a babysitter on Saturday morning. Then Sunday is Mother’s Day. I don’t know what to ask for for Mother’s Day this year. Mr. S. is kind of notoriously bad at planning special occasions which is my fault perhaps because I didn’t train him properly and don’t tell him what to do. Anyway, I confess I am not really one of those women who wants to spend Mother’s Day doting on my children in thanksgiving for being a mother and I might just ask to spend the afternoon by myself somewhere. Would that be un-motherly of me?