it has been one of those funny weeks. you know the kind where one day sort of spills over into the next. i have been “calling” in to see if i am needed for jury duty every single evening. dreading the words that would mean scrambling to get my kids up, fed, clothed and out of the house before 7 am. after all, isn’t that why we homeschool? to avoid those types of inconveniences.
sorry so heavy on the sarcasm. i am full of it because my husband and i are in a “race” to lose 20 lbs. the winner gets to look better than the fatter half. and gloat about how they won.
monday morning i thought this wasn’t going to be so hard.
but that was before i a) discoverd how delicious nutella is. i could truly eat THE. WHOLE. JAR. and b) sat reading the february martha with a plate full of burnt. gooey. brown rice from this afternoon and 6 organic baby carrots. (without nutella of course).
speaking of sarcasm, i found it extremely funny to read martha’s “calender” on page 4 of the magazine and see things like “clean window shades and blinds” and “hand-wash sweaters”, when, honestly, are we supposed to believe she does such things herself ? however, i was pleased to see that even she doesn’t work out every day.
on a lighter note: february is a funny month for me. while we are enjoying some very sunny weather, it is COLD outside. the wind this afternoon blew as if to say, it is still winter, silly, why did you go out with wet hair?
i bought more seed packets today after a period of mourning. it makes me sick to even type this, but our gardeners killed ALL of our seedlings. my girl and i were devastated. the cosmos. zinnias. sweet peas. sunflowers. dead. all of them. we will be starting over. from scratch.
all of our bulbs are doing swell, though. i am quite content with container gardening for the moment, except my curly-haired boy wants to grow carrots. so i guess we’ll be figuring out the ins and outs of that in the next few weeks.
i have over-planned for school, which is a good thing for me because even though i know i won’t accomplish half of what i planned, we have found a steady late winter rhythm. thank you Jesus and Mary.
i am extremely happy, but just a wee bit sad to say that my almost 6 year-old is officially “leading” his own decade of the rosary. with no mistakes. “let me say this one, mama” he whispers to me. and so he does. with just the hint of a lisp. and my heart melts. he is not reading yet. but that will come with time i am sure.
so is it really thursday, already? this bleak and blue month is usually a long one for me. this year my big boy turns 16 on super-bowl sunday. i have a little sad anniversary of sorts coming up. but time is such a great healer of all wounds. the ebb and flow of life and death are constantly around us. reminding us how precious our days are.
i don’t mean to be absent from this space so much. but sometimes i sit here to write and i don’t know what to say…not sure how much i should share.
and then my time is so rarely my own and even when it is sometimes i just want to take a nap or catch up on my reading.
so…i hope that this post finds you all well. enjoying the sweet things in life.
because really, even carrots can be sweet.
it all depends on how you look at things!