The weather is not cooperating. I do not think that we will be traveling this to Louisville this weekend. What's more, Bret has developed a full-blown cold, so if Gemma and I, or either of us, come down with anything, we won't be able to visit Cindy and Madeline anyway. It is all very frustrating, but in God's hands, not mine.
Is Gemma hungry, teething, or on the brink of another cold? She is 7 months old, has never slept through the night, and last night awakened every 2 hours to nurse. Pacifier wouldn't do it. She needed me. Why don't I feel flattered? Is it because
I feel like a life-support system for a pair of breasts I'm so tired my eyes are crossing? Maybe...
Wednesday seems to be the day the schedule falls apart, and I hope to be ready for it next week. Yesterday was dreadful. Una wasn't getting the math and was getting crabby, Sebastian and I went head-to-head, Gabe was a grump (rarely is he so--he's the mellow phlegmatic in this family of hot-heads) and Adrian and Dominic were trying to kill one another all day. I got behind, got mad at Adrian for referring to dinner as "slop" , made the Worst Chicken Pot Pie Ever, apologized to Adrian for sending him to his room and admitted that dinner was slop (I sure hope our pig enjoyed it more than we did), and then my evening glass of wine gave me heartburn--and I never get heartburn, even when I'm pregnant.
Consequently, I am throwing in the towel today. After looking at some lovely crafty blogs this morning, I thought that perhaps we could just do our math and spelling tests and then goof around with art and craft stuff. I'm a nicer person when I have time to play with the kids. I don't like it when they are all doing something fun and I have to wash the floors...maybe we can bake some cookies, too.
Either our dust-bunnies have developed digestive systems, or else our Clementine found a nice spot behind our TV cabinet, because there is quite an a trove of rabbit droppings there. Would that they were gold...
I really love those wonderful movies of saints' lives made in Italy. We have seen Padre Pio, St. Maria Goretti, St. John Bosco, Francis and Clare, and we have St. Rita lined up for this evening. What I don't love are subtitles on a 13" television screen. We aren't much for TV viewing, and all we've ever had are tiny sets with built-in VCRs, and they are just fine for us--until we are squinting at subtitles. Will someone please dub these wonderful films?
Now visit Jen's Conversion Diary for more Quick Takes...and have a good weekend!