Showing posts from July, 2011

Keep Holy the Sabbath

Exodus 20: 9-11 Six days you may labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the LORD, your God. No work may be done then either by you, or your son or daughter, or your male or female slave, or your beast, or by the alien who lives with you.    In six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, the sea and all that is in them; but on the seventh day he rested. That is why the LORD has blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy. I’m embarrassed to say that I do not keep holy the Sabbath.   My family and I are often guilty of working on Sunday.   My goal in writing this is to help myself be more accountable.   If I’m writing about something, I need to be living it.   So, if I write about keeping holy the Sabbath, I will be more inclined to do it myself. Eventually, I would like to have a Sunday tradition of having a nice family dinner every week.   I would also like to spend Sunday’s doing some fun, engaging activity with the kids.   Knowing myself, I jump in wi

Simple Saturdays

Do you know where the term Christmas in July came from?   A search of the internet shows many different answers.   The one that I prefer is from one of my favorite books, by one of my favorite authors,   Mrs. Sharps Traditions by Sarah Ban Breathnach .   In the book she explains that frugal Victorian families would make their Christmas presents.   They would start the list in mid-June and be finishing them by the end of the summer.   In addition, she also gives wonderful suggestions for gifts such as dried potpourri or dried-flower bouquets gathered from your summer garden (I currently don’t have a garden of any type, that’s one of those projects I would like to do!).    If you’re taking a vacation at the seashore she suggests making seashell picture frames.   Or, if you’d like to have fun in the kitchen with your kids, she suggests making things like spiced tea bags, nine-bean soup mixes or preserves.   She also suggests that celebrating Christmas in July, allows for plenty of time

I’m late; I’m late for a very important date!

OK, maybe not late but definitely behind!   I know FlyLady says “You’re never behind just jump in where you are”, but that’s not how I feel!   I feel like I’m always behind on everything!   I’m not really sure how to get caught up either.   There is always something to do, and I never feel like I get anything done really well.   I’m interrupted or distracted or there just isn’t enough time to get it all done.   FlyLady says you can do anything for 15 minutes.   Sure I can do something for 15 minutes but I can’t complete anything in 15 minutes.   So what is the answer to getting it done and caught up? I’ve thought if I worked on one particular thing for 15 minutes every day for six days straight (taking Sunday off) that would give me an hour and a half on one project.   What could I accomplish in an hour and a half?   The problem I see is that I won’t be able to stop once the timer goes off.   And, in a house with small children won’t what I’m working on get un-done or messed with?   P

With Owls and Roosters who can get any sleep?

There are many challenges when you have drivers licenses to diapers in children.   However, I think one of the most challenging is the sleep differences.   Did you know that puberty changes an adolescent’s internal clock ?   Due to puberty, teenagers are hormonally wired to stay up late and sleep late in the morning.   Most teenagers need nine hours of sleep for their bodies to grow and for them to function at their full potential.   Small children on the other hand, are hormonally wired to fall asleep between 8:00 and 9:00 PM.   They need between 10 and 13 hours of sleep, depending on their age. My older three kids, after the first three months of life, settled into really good sleep patterns.   Now that they are teens and a tween, they have fallen into the typical teenage sleep pattern, and have become owls.  Can’t fall asleep until after 11:00 PM or later, and want to sleep until 10:00 AM or later.   One positive thing about homeschooling is that teens can adjust their schedul

My Tinkle is Happy, Disobedience or Denial?

(Warning:   this post discusses bodily functions, potty training, and body parts.) I have five children.   The oldest is 17 and from what I can remember most of them, except The Little Man, potty trained fairly easy.   There were a few hiccups with The Organized Child, and The Middle Child took a bit longer than the others in certain areas of potty training, but for the most part all were done by no later than 2 ½ .   Then there is The Little Man!   The Little Man is 3 years and four months old.   He is not potty trained!   He has no interest in potty training!   I am at my wits end with this child!   If you ask him “When?!” he replies “When potty?”   “Yes!   When potty?!”   He replies “NO!” This child is perfectly happy to wear a diaper or a pull-up if he absolutely must but he prefers his Mickey diapers. Forget the fact that I’m just tired of buying and changing diapers, The Little Man, despite his name is a BIG kid!   He is in the 90 th percentile for his height and the 75 th

Attack of the Killer Organism!

I was talking to a friend last night.   We were talking about shopping for all the paraphernalia that the kids took to camp.   It was quite a list that included things like travel toiletries, sunscreen, and insect repellent.   As we were talking, somehow all the things you could get at camp came up.   This sent my overly, anxious mind into a tail spin.   When we hung up I couldn’t stop thinking of all the disgusting parasites or fungus that my children might possibly be exposed to. There is a whole host of disgusting parasites and fungus!   You have all the endoparasites that include things like protozoan organisms.   Those are organisms that come from things like tick bites, ingesting contaminated food or water, bites from sandflies, mosquito bites, tsetse fly bites and amoeba’s that are ingested through nasal passages.   Also in the endoparasites, you have the helminths organisms or worms.   These can include but are not limited to hook, round, tape, pin, whip, fluke and a multitude

Dirt, Grime and Filth Oh My!

In the wee hours of the morning today, Oldest and The Organized Child boarded a bus and headed to summer camp in another state.   This is a first for us; the kids have gone to local summer day camps but nothing far from home or overnight.   Oldest was thrilled and excited and couldn’t wait!   An entire week away from home, with two of his closest friends, doing outdoor stuff and communing with God!   What could be better?!   On the other hand, The Organized Child was a different story altogether.   She was very apprehensive, nervous and felt that she had made a mistake in deciding to go. As you’ve probably determined from her name, The Organized Child is a BO (born organized) in addition she tends to be a bit Monkish in her ways.   She loves it when she knows every detail of every plan and knows what to expect.   So, the first thing she began to stress about was the fact that she didn’t know the plan or schedule for every moment that she would be gone.   The second and more important

He Died.

{I apologize for the length of this post.   I had intended for posts on Sunday to be short and sweet and to the point about the Lord’s Day, keeping Holy the Sabbath, resting, relaxing, rejuvenating, meditating and prayer.   However, something happened yesterday that changed today’s post.} From Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium Mr. Edward Magorium : [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words. [pause, walks over to Molly]

Simple Saturdays

Were Saturdays of the past lazy?   To be honest I’m not sure if they were, I’m sure if you lived on a farm there was lots of work and before labor laws people probably worked all the time.   Maybe in the 50’s?   I don’t know, what I do know is I would like my Saturdays to be maybe not lazier but more enjoyable. My house always looks like a bomb has gone off in it.   One of my favorite quotes is “Cleaning the house while the children are growing is like shoveling snow while it's still snowing.” - Erma Bombeck.   I would like to get my house to a maintenance mode, so that on Saturday morning my family and I could do a Weekly Home Blessing Hour and then have the rest of the day to do projects that we really want to, or something that must be done, or just have a lazy or fun day. If you’re like me and are working toward that goal, a simple search of the internet will bring up lots and lots of ways to declutter, deep clean and get to that point.   Here are a few of my favorites, Fly

From the Cobwebbed Corners of My Mind.

This post has nothing to do with faith, family or homeschooling it’s just something that I’ve been contemplating for awhile so I thought I would write about it. Have you noticed in the past few years how Human Directionals (I just learned that that is the official name for people standing on the corner holding signs.) have popped up on just about every major street corner?   I do not get this at all!   I thought sandwich boards and human billboards were a thing of the past.   When seeing one of these Human Directionals, the first thought I have is why would anyone want to stand in 90+ degree Florida weather and hold, twirl and throw an advertising sign?   Then I think well maybe it’s the only job they could get.   I wonder how much they get paid to do that.   How much money would it take for me to be willing to stand in the Florida heat and do that job?   I think I would have to be pretty desperate, honestly I think I would rather scrub toilets in air conditioning than hold a sign a

Curveballs!! When the Pitcher Life Throws Curveballs, I Almost Always Strike Out!

Google dictionary says, curve·ball   Noun:  A ball that is pitched with a snap of the wrist and a strong downward spin, which causes the ball to drop suddenly and deceptively veer away from home plate. Now I don’t know much about baseball but I once heard someone say that it’s the curveballs that he struck out on, he did great as long as the pitcher didn’t throw a curve ball. Strong downward spin, drop suddenly, deceptively veer away from home plate three little statements but words so powerful!   Why is it so hard to hit a curveball?   How long does it take to learn to hit it?   And, how do pitchers learn to throw them so well?! Life is a very proficient pitcher!   It throws very challenging curveballs! Curveballs: A dying friend or loved one Nieces in hospitals Sick children Blown transmissions Learning disabilities Anxiety Lice Aging parents Behind in school work Over-due bills Miscarriages Children moving away Heavy work loads Long hours Messy houses Mountains of laundry Fig

Jack Daniels, Jim Beam and Little Pink Ladies! Those five o’clock helpers of the 50’s.

I know why “Happy Hour” was instituted!   It was invented by and for housewives and stay-at-home moms!   I don’t know about you, but when five o’clock hits in my house everything goes out the window.   It doesn’t matter if we have had a particularly good day (well organized, wonderful mood, everything goes just right), or a bad one (nothing works right, disorganized, foul moods).   Either way as the clock hands inch their way to the five o’clock mark things begin to unravel!   Despite my best efforts of planning and preparation come five o’clock it’s as if someone hits a switch and changes the track direction of our home. Five o’clock – Bickering begins, the toddlers lose their minds and begin to cry about EVERYTHING, the five year old starts her tirade of whining and tattling, the dog and the cat decide this is the best possible time to play by chasing each other through the house, tearing up the wood floor and jumping on the furniture which is not allowed!   The middle child begins

To Blog or Not to Blog that is the Question!

(Disclaimer ~ This first post is a bit lengthy for history purposes.   I do not plan, nor do I have the time to post long posts in the future.) I come from a family of fairly technically savvy people.   Growing up my family had several computers in the house, long before most families had a home computer.   We also usually had the latest gaming systems.   I’m dating myself but I’m pretty sure we had the first Atari gaming system.   My brother is basically self taught and has managed to make a lucrative career from his humble beginnings of playing hours of computer games, always upgrading his system by pilfering and plundering my father’s usually better computer.   I married a mechanical engineer turned IT guy.   At one point he had his own software company and he is now a Senior IT Director for a major corporation.   I was on the internet and e-mail well before people knew what the internet was and AOL was about the only e-mail system around (wish I’d bought that stock!).   I have don