Friday, July 9, 2010

Seven Quick Takes Friday--volume 88

One.
Here is what I did between 10:00 p.m. and 5:00 this morning:  Nursed Gemma at 11:30 and 1:45; was awakened by Adrian at 3:40 because he felt nauseated.  Administered anti-nausea medicine at 3:45, 4:05, 4:20 and 4:40.  Nursed Gemma again at 4:45 right after my alarm went off.  Woke Bret at 4:50 because I was nursing and Adrian was calling me.  Put Gemma back in her bed at 5:00.  At 5:10 I was cleaning vomit off the floor, bed and Adrian.  I threw a load of diapers into the washer at 5:20 or so, along with the yucky bed pad and T-shirt and I killed a really big Brown Recluse in the bathtub.  At 5:35 I poured a cup of coffee and said my prayers, which were pithier than usual:  "Dear Lord, help me to get through this day and please don't let anyone else throw up..." 

Two.
Just looked over the list of things I wanted to get done this week, and here it is, Friday, and I still haven't done what I wanted to do.  Do I have an excuse?  Well, no, other than the fact that I seem to be unable to organize my time these days.  The fact is, I have lived most of my life with schedules and lists, and I seem to be in a state of rebellion the past few months.  I just can't seem to stick to a plan.  I had better get over it and get on the ball, as I am not an "unschooling" type, and I can only use the excuse of summertime lethargy for another two months.

Three.
The heat is appalling and my comfort zone is narrowing with age.  I now declare that I am comfortable when the temperature is between 65 and 75 degrees.  A decade from now it'll be something like, "I'm comfortable when the temperature is between 70 and 72 degrees."  Unfortunately, there are only a few weeks per year when the highs fall between those numbers.  Thank God for iced coffee and air conditioning.  I just wish our thermostat wasn't broken, as I have to turn the AC on and off throughout the day to keep things comfortable and not frigid.  But I'm not complaining!

Four.
We live in a rural area, so we pay a private company for our trash pick-up.  We are on our third company in seven years, as the two previous owners have retired from the trash pick-up business.  The garbage trucks can be pretty amusing, from converted U-Hauls to DIY contraptions on the backs of pickup trucks.  Right now we have a garbage lady rather than a garbage man.  We didn't know this at first.  The kids thought that it was a young man picking up the trash, decked out in a baseball cap and muscle shirt, hurling large, black trash bags into the back of the truck.  Then one morning I was looking out the window at the time of the pick-up and I noticed...breasts.

Five.
I am thinking of beginning our summer break a week early.  Everyone is hot and muddle-brained.  I figure that if we keep up with a daily math drill and reading (me to them and them to me), and I do some letter and number work with the little guys, we can take the extra time to catch up on some of the art and craft stuff I never got around to during the year.  Una is delighted that I am letting her drop the last 15 lessons of Saxon 7/6.  After all, she just turned 11 in April and will be starting Pre-Algebra at the end of August.  Don't you think she needs a break?

Six.
As much as I hate spending time on the computer doing anything other than looking at blogs, blogging and checking out recipes and knitting patterns, I have to go shopping.  I hate internet shopping less than actual "drag-myself-and-six-kids-around" shopping, but only slightly less.  But I need to shop around for used curricula, for something for Dominic's birthday next month, and for a good deal on a laptop.  I don't want to do this.  I want to knit and sew and make fruit smoothies and make things with the kids.  My kids don't believe me, but I keep telling them that being a grown-up kinda stinks sometimes.

Seven.
I'm all tapped out.  It's hot and I'm sleep-deprived.  I think I am going to whip up a mocha frapp√© or something in the blender.

Now go on over to Jennifer's Conversion Diary for more Seven Quick Takes Friday.


2 comments:

  1. re: no 7:
    seems to be a universal truth that kids just don't understand/buy that being a grownup stinks.

    they have no idea what they're in for!

    makes me want to smile and hug them when they cry or whine and go through their precious baby dramas. all the while biting back a "this stuff is the easy stuff, loveies."

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  2. Oh Nadja, I hope no one else gets sick. A stomach virus ripping through a family is the worst!

    We are on summer break! We are doing religion and lots of reading, but we are done until Labor Day!

    And, being the same age, I completely agree with your temperature range! I have never enjoyed the cold (it can actually hurt!), but I cannot take the heat anymore either! 65 to 75 sounds ideal!

    The birthday girl should be getting a package either today or tomorrow!

    Have a wonderful weekend!

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