So, not only am I sick and desperately trying to kick this cold (we’re supposed to be going to a theme park on Tuesday), but I started my period the other day (again, yeehaw at the theme park!). Because that wasn’t enough, our main pipe out to the septic tank got clogged with TP, and backed up into the laundry room. Which is next to the homeschool room. Which is where I put the 10 boxes of peaches (there was a screamin’ deal from the back of a truck the other day). Which is the only room left in the house with original 1978 shag carpeting. In other words, fun times! Sigh.
Hubby was non-plussed (plus he doesn’t have the same apparatuses that the 6yo girl and I do, so tp isn’t super high on his priority list) about the whole thing. Interesting because years ago I broached the subject of family cloth with him, and he shot me down. Things may have shifted enough that he won’t flip out now…
So tomorrow is salvaging what I can from the damp laundry detergent boxes (yay for buckets!), sponging the carpet again with a towel, and moving things around, again. Well, and cleaning up all the canning I did the last few days. Especially since we’ll have to separate all the peaches out tomorrow so they don’t go bad as easily/quickly. Sometimes I really wish we didn’t have as much going on. The kicker is that we don’t really do much… we have our homeschool co-op once a week, then swim lessons once a week. In between that is playdates and errands and people visiting (usually a grandma, occasionally the grampa)
I had started typing away, on my shrunken little tablet keyboard, and poof. The browser crashed, and away it went. Sigh. About on par with the day.
I’m worn out. Today, it’s been a combination of getting details squared away for a 60+ person trip to a local theme park as a not-back-to-school shindig (who knew unlimited refill drink bands would create drama?!), breaking up fights betwen the kids, getting more handwriting pages ready for my lefty of an 8yo, cajoling the 4yo into a nap with a timer after his fifth screamy meltdown of the day, keeping an eye on the 6yo and my tape dispenser, and cracking the whip on the 8yo and 10yo who keep trying to think chores are beneath them.
Besides which, I’m still planning out stuff for our own homeschool year, getting stuff ready for the herbal remedy class and hands-on boy craft class I’m teaching at co-op this year, rearranging swim lessons because our co-op day changed, trying to get ahold of my cow guy to make sure he hasn’t forgotten me again this year, and pulling together some freezer meals for a friend who just had surgery and another who’s due with a new baby anytime this month. Oh, and it’s harvest season. So the canners have been making noises every so often as we gear up for the big push in a few weeks. No rest for the wicked I suppose.
Hubby and I went up to the nearby forest service land last weekend. Huckleberry picking and firewood scouting. We multi-task like that. Came around a mountain, and found a spot that had obviously been logged quite recently. They have to thin the forests at some point, and only do bits at a time. This particular one? Gave us a spectacular view of our town’s lake. That top right hook part? Corner back there is where our town beach is. The one the kids adore going to and having fun at. I like the free part of it. :D
Slightly farther off view with cool clouds above. Yup, pretty much love where I live.
So then for some of our time, we got huckleberries. We prefer slightly shaded spots – bigger berries, less hot. This year the power line spot is quite productive, but the moose spot, not so much. They seem to alternate years on a 2-3 year schedule. That’s when having options is nice.