Ahhh, it’s Friday. It’s been one of those weeks that I’m ready to have over with.
One of those weeks where the smallness of our living space seems to be closing in on me. One of those weeks where your children play with everything but toys–plastic containers, your spices, toothbrushes, hand lotion and yarn.
One of those weeks where your children decide to climb into the overflowing closet and pull everything out of a tub of newborn baby clothes, looking for dresses for their dolls.
One of those weeks where while you’re on your hands and knees cleaning up spilled orange juice that a 10 month old pulled down off the table onto herself and the floor, the cat jumps up onto the counter and knocks the whole tub of cat food on to the floor behind you.
So I’ve been a little distracted, dazed and frazzled. But it’s Friday. And despite it all, I’ve managed to find little moments of peace and retreat.
Last night we had our first-ever paid babysitter. My cousin, who is worshiped by my children, came to watch the girls for a few hours. Unfortunately, Dan and I weren’t using that babysitting time to go somewhere together–me a home schooling get together on lapbooking, Dan and my grandmother at a class at church. The lapbooking get together was like one big origami session (not that that’s a bad thing)–and gave me lots of great ideas on how to bring some of our learning into more concrete, visual, finished products. (especially when a state review is looming in my future.)
Speaking of school, one of the bloggable bits that I never found time to write about this week was that Emma and I worked on our first Camp Creek art lesson–observational drawing. Emma was a bit of a stubborn student–didn’t want to draw what I chose, wanted to erase, didn’t want to include much detail. She’s not one who likes to be given a lot of direct instruction. I’m always struggling to find the balance between getting things done with her that I feel we need to do, and letting her guide our learning. In the end, after I was up from the table and working on supper, she sat back down and did her own observational drawing of a little corner of our living room. I should know by now that almost everything is done on her time.
Well, I’m looking forward to a slow weekend with hints of a warm up. Today it’s a snow/ice storm that lost a lot of steam over night. But we’ve still hunkered down for the day, lots of logs in the wood burner, knitting, getting out some clay, and soup for lunch.
Happy Weekend, everyone. More upbeat next week, I promise.