Oh the joy of a cleared, if not cleaned, kitchen floor. After many, many weeks (about six) of not being able to make it across any floor in our home without working on obstacle course reflexes, I am proud to announce that not ONLY is the kitchen floor cleared, but it is swept as well. And the counters are visible AND clean. Victoria actually kissed them this afternoon (the counters not the floor) while Thad did a happy dance in the expanse of kitchen. Then they dumped all the PlayDoh in the floor and got busy messing it up again because they COULD.
This year cleaned my plow–by year I mean school year. I believe I’ve mentioned before that growing up with a mother who was also a teacher, my “year” runs from mid-August to the end of May. I recognize that each January 1st is the OFFICIAL beginning of a new year, but having become a pedagog myself, my school calendar year remains intact. As I keep digging out from under the remains of my difficult year, I realize more and more how difficult it was. . .but, like a bad dream, it seems to be fading so that I can’t actually pinpoint what made it so hard.
Now it is time to tackle summer. Each year Tony and I joke this will be the “Summer ‘O Fun.” We’ve yet to have one. He will come close this year since he will have 7 days in Boston and 11 days in Colorado participating in science/fishing/camping stuff. I, on the other hand, get a bit overwhelmed anytime I look at the calendar. This week I’m sort of “off” other than trying to make my home inhabitable again. Next week I have three days of mandatory gifted and talented workshops to attend from 8-3, and two days of VBS workdays to manage, AND Thad’s birthday party. The week after that is VBS, then end of which Tony will go crabbing for two days and I will get us ready to go to Galveston. We will be in Galveston for 5 days, then come home to get Tony ready to go to Boston and me ready to take the kids to Kid’s Kamp where I will be a Bible teacher so Thad can go since Tony won’t be home to watch him.
That is June.
July looks about the same. . .as does August. . .and then school begins again. I am still a bit overwhelmed. . .and plotting when I will be able to leave for 2 days, then 7 days, then 11 days all within the same month to go do something fun with my friends. Of course, that won’t happen. . .but one can dream.
Or I could just rent a car for a couple of days.
In the mean time, I am grateful to be able to collapse on the couch as needed–to do laundry as needed–to cook lunch AND clean up after it within the same hour–to listen to my children laugh as they play with PlayDoh on the recently swept and visible kitchen floor.