I live a busy, but nearly perfect life. I thank the Lord many times each day, and occasionally remember to thank my husband too. I could never express my thoughts eloquently and so I'll send you over to read this fabulous lady's blog post about it:
I couldn't remember how much Wiggles paid for teeth and there was little to choose from in Wiggles' wallet and so DD2 received 5 pieces of money totaling 70c. She then used the money and a bunch of her savings to buy a packet of 12 small chocolate bars (I keep them on hand for Feast Days with other Catholic homeschoolers) and promptly shared them out with her siblings. They were all amazed, astounded and reluctant to begin eating the chocolates, as it was before breakfast. Was I sure they were allowed? Maybe they wanted me to go off by myself to check with myself. Or maybe they thought i was playing a mean joke on them, where as soon as they started eating, I'd come and take them away from them. Could they have another? Yes. And another? Yes.
My theory is that once they're gone, I don't get bugged any more, they are only going to have high blood sugar levels once and surely it's better for their teeth. And sometimes it's nice to shock them.
This morning, day 2 of the heat wave still stretching off into the unknown, there were already casualties in the garden. My lettuce seedlings have disappeared, and a number of pumpkin, melon and something else I couldn't remember or recognise seedlings look to be on their way out. In other news however, one blueberry bush seems to be recovering from it's dose of neat chicken poo by DH. The goji berry bush thing looks to be getting ready to flower.
We had a pool BBQ this evening (We virtually never entertain - I can count the number of times on one hand. I stink at it. I stress before, during and after. I am socially uneducated. DH doesn't ever purposefully go out of his way to acquire more work to do. I give him more than he could ever accomplish, and he chats with the same people nightly without any effort, kids or stress, while playing computer games with them.). Anyway, in the middle of this summer heat wave, without warning, it poured, twice. 2 dozen wet people with wet towels, needing dry ones. Wet food. Muddy house when I'd spent most of the day cleaning it and intended to be outside all evening. Mountains to clean and wash in the morning. Poor DH worked VERY HARD. The kids had a fantastic time.
An ideal fortnight for me would be to leave the house about once. We've been out or had visitors or both every day for over the past fortnight I think and I'm frazzled. I feel we've hardly had a day home since Christmas. This always seems to happen in school holidays. It happened last holidays too. I look forward to schools going back this next week. Tomorrow mum is looking after my brothers' 4 for the day and so there will be a lot of fun, but a ton of mess and work. All I dream of is perhaps a week off to clean out my life and house. I have dreamt this for years now. I did think wryly tonight, that if I'd decluttered as I would like to, I would not have had enough towels for everyone.
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