Living Dangerously


(But it’s just a little brown snake, it isn’t a super close-up shot, and it’s actually a sweet photo…)


Another possible title might have been, “Homeschooling is my life.”  I don’t mean that in a “hardcore homeschooling” sort of way, more of a “this is my current reality,” way.

It has taken me seven years to figure out that homeschooling is actually a full time job.  I think that maybe I have been in denial these past few years.  Admittedly, adding a once per week homeschooling co op to the schedule has definitely upped the time commitment factor.  My kids are really enjoying it, well, most of them are.  After our second week, Seth told me that he doesn’t totally hate it, and that is actually a big compliment and a huge improvement over the first week.  There have been many complaints from my three older boys over the past month, all centered on this co-op that we joined last minute.  The consensus amongst them was that they would be wasting a “whole entire day.”  I didn’t waste much time trying to convince them that they would actually probably really enjoy learning from some adults other than Jonny and me and getting to hang out with other kids all day.  I figured that they would realize that themselves after the first week or two, and yeah, I think I was right.  My girls are completely thrilled with the whole scene, and Silas seems to be having a good time.  Job is a bit of a handful to manage, but the co op is well organized and I have lots of help with him. I’m hoping that with time Job will become more accepting of other people holding him while I am with the preschool.  Anyway, I’m just so glad that I did this.  It’s good for me, it’s good for my kids.  Thank you, Sarah. 

Jonny and the boys are working to tame our crazy overgrown property.  I haven’t been spending much time outdoors at all, but I know I should at least try to.  I think it will help to have it cleared out a bit.  The baby bunny incident in June, combined with our lawnmower breaking, resulted in our yard becoming a very wild place over the past couple of months.  I’m not quite ready for the wild again yet.  I want mowed paths so I can see what’s ahead, and see where I’m stepping.  I was on my own for awhile this evening, so I took a little walk, just to see what’s blooming, what’s changing out there.  Our cat, Grace, punctuated my entire walk with her complaining cries for attention.  I was grateful for the noise.

I’m almost finished reading Running for My Life, and I needed something to read on my Kindle this evening while Job was nursing.  I typically don’t search for something to read this way, but scrolled through the popular recommendations and landed on Take Me With You.  It was free to borrow it on my Kindle, so no risk, and it has lots of five star reviews.  I made it through the first few chapters, and I’m interested in the story so far.  I feel very up and coming reading something published just a few months ago, so not typical for me.  I also bought crazy bright magenta trail-walking shoes yesterday, not me at all.  Watch out!  I’m finding ways to live dangerously.

p.s.  If you missed the post about the Small Things snake photo warning system, and want to make sense of those first two asterisks, that post is here.  If you are afraid of snakes, but went ahead and looked at the second photo today despite the warning, consider yourself living dangerously too.


I am not an early riser.  I would like to be, but I usually have a baby that opposes my plans.  This year though, I have some early morning commitments.  I thought I would be able to shift my entire schedule and start going to bed earlier every night, and getting up early every day.  I don’t think that things are going to work that way just yet.  It’s difficult to finish up the end of our day and get the older boys to bed, and it’s nearly impossible to sneak out of my bedroom in the morning without Job.  So, I think I am just going to have some extra sleepy days: two cups of coffee days.

Today is a very sleepy day for me so I am just going to make a quick list:

Jonny surprised me the other day with a very practical and timely gift (my jet stream is finished!), a new set of blocking pins.  I love them, and am very proud of Jonny’s ability to walk out of a yarn store without a single skein of yarn.

Awhile back, Alicia mentioned that she had watched all of the Restoration Home series and loved it.  Jonny and I have both become totally hooked over the past couple of months (we watch on YouTube).  We make good-natured fun of the show almost the entire time we watch it.  There are definite themes:  small families renovating enormous crumbling mansions in the hopes of turning them into “family homes,”  running out of funds, and getting off Shedule.  (Yes, we pronounce it “Shedule” now.)  It’s all extremely thrilling and dramatic.  We LOVE it.  But maybe they should feature some of the reverse:  enormous families attempting to renovate tiny crumbling farmhouses.

I am attempting to make Jun tea.  My friend Jaime took Sarah’s Jun scoby home and has been saving it.  She brought it to me earlier this week and I started my first batch.  I have never made a fermented beverage with a scoby before, so I kind of have no clue if it looks right, or is really working.  I have done water kefir, but that’s a little different.  Anyway, I’m going to do my best.  Sarah always served Jun with dinner when we visited and my kids all love it.  Though it makes me cry to think it, and to write it, I am overwhelmed by the gifts from Sarah.  They keep coming.  I try to focus on the gifts rather than how much I miss her.

My first day teaching preschool went really well, considering it was the first day.  It was exhausting, but I’m already looking forward to next week.  I couldn’t help but think of how much I wished Sarah was there, but of course then I wouldn’t be.  That’s a hard one.

I have developed an ice cream habit.  Two years ago, if asked, I would have answered that I don’t really like ice cream.  I’m not sure what happened.  Probably just sugar addiction, plain and simple.  If pie was an option every single night, I’d probably have a pie habit.  I keep saying, “That’s my last pint.”  But then I just happen to be on that aisle, and they just happen to be on sale.  I start physical therapy for my poor back and pelvis this week (still not the same after having a ten+ pound baby!) and maybe it will motivate me to cut the sugar.