So, being at home is a lot more work than my husband believed it would be. So NEENER on him.
At school this week we’re having a Scholastic Book Fair and I called and set the dates and handled the preparation so I think I’m kind of in charge of it because they’re asking me questions and ACK! I don’t know! I’ve had several panic attacks in the last week. It’s a learning experience and I’m having fun, so it’s not all bad. I’m getting to spend some time with the other parent volunteers and get to know them better. I’m also starting to put kids and parents together. I know the kid, I recognize the parents but I’m just starting to match them up.
Need any books? Lemme know, k?
My son is struggling. He has not adjusted to this school as we’d hoped. We have this idea that private is better - it just has to be! But it’s not working for him. I’d made up my mind that this way is the best way and the only way, and then I found out it isn’t. It’s hard to let that go. It is a good school. But it’s not a good school for our son.
My daughter, who is a middle child and is very good at entertaining herself so you never hear about her, is loving her class and enjoying this school very much. So it’s a good school for her.
My little guy is getting used to being at home. We had to decompress a little and I have pretty much let him do what he wants the last two weeks. That means he’s watched a lot of television and played a lot of Xbox. Today, I turned off the television and put the remote control up high. He.was.not.happy. I got out a little game I keep on a shelf he can’t reach and he played with that for while. Now he’s playing with an old box.
The above was written this morning, before I went to church and lunch and school and the book fair and made dinner and cleaned the kitchen. I am very tired. So tired my bones ache. It’s 7:45 in the evening and I think I’m going to bed right now.







Welcome to the world of a stay at home mom. And? Everyone will think, “She’s at home … she can do it … she has all the time in the world.” Get ready to learn to say “No” b/c you’ll get trampled otherwise.
I work from home and no one can get it in their head that I actually “work” - as in, I don’t sit around and eat cheetos dipped in hot fudge and watch videos with my boy.
I am currently saying no to very necessary decluttering. So far, it’s working. And I’m still not taking any pictures.