Summer Schedule day 4

Ahh, the quiet of a husband who left on time (well, 9 which is about 2 hours after my time) and a child still sleeping.  Dogs who are wandering and sniffing and chickens who are peacefully scratching.  I like these few moments I try to steal away. 


I'm looking online to order a seed thing (from gardens alive!) that MsZan's husband, has been touting on Facebook.  I like the idea of being able to grab my own sprouts, I really like them and never buy them.  Apparently $25 will hook me up and I am almost sure I will get $25 worth of joy out of it.


I plan on a quiet day for Banker and I.  Husband is out tonight, on his weekly man-date.  I SERIOUSLY  need to book my own weekly, till the wee hours, girl-date because husband thinking he needs to get out more than me who spends 24/7 here with someone 13, well, really, get a grip dude.  Anyway, husband on a man-date night means the Banker and I play without watching a clock.  We tend to eat early, eat something fantastic that just he and I like and climb into bed to watch a movie and fall asleep.  Sounds dull, I'm sure, but we love it and look forward to it.  It's school-free time, mom/son night and that's why I paid my dollar...for times like these.


I say, 'times like these' but we have to get there first.  Remember the Banker is screen free today, totally.  I see a lot of eye rolling, sighing and periodic moaning in my day.  I think that since I'm prepared for it, I'll cope better (hahahahaha  no).  He has to do his math test from yesterday, do 10 or so grammar sheets, IN ORDER, and get back into that book.  He says he hates the book, yes, it's STILL 20,000 Leagues, but when he's reading it he runs to me with interesting tidbits and tells me how great it is.  I think he hates the idea of it but when he's inside it, he's happy.  I vow, here, not to cook and eat him when I tell him to go read and he announces back to me, "but mom, it has a screen!".  He's pulled that before when he's been screen banned, really, how do any 13 year olds become 14 year olds?  But today, there'll be no selling to gypsies today for such commentary, nope, it's mother/son night and I'm not going to let said son wreck the day so as to impede the joy I get from mother/son night.  


I'm going to make more cookies, I'm trying to perfect a recipe I made up.  I'm going to make an apple cobbler, because I can.  I will play with chickens, pat dogs and I might paint my toenails bright red.  I am going to sew a mug-rug or two and I am going to play online.  That's the full extend of my involvement in the human race today.  The banker will be working and moaning. 


Ahhh, summertime.


/Tracy

Day Ninety Nine

Well, it's fitting that the closer we get to day 100, the weirder the days get.  On the heels of my "woe is me" moan, I suddenly have a day with 3 'gatherings' with 3 different friends in the same day.  Ok, it's not so very bad. 


I have a friend coming for breakfast, she's moving out of the area and as much as I will miss her, I am still trying to help.  Movers are coming today at 8, so I'm going to feed her early and visit. Saves her stopping for junk food or having to get up early in her new place across town to make it over here early enough. 


FriendC has invited Banker and I over for 10am for a coffee and a visit, maybe a treatie I think.  I was going to make something to take but I'm not, sometimes you just have to arrive and be delighted by friends.  I like spending time with FriendC, I'm lucky to have her in my life. 


FriendE is arriving with her homeschool boys in tow sometime after 1, most excellent.  I haven't spoken to FriendE in a while and I miss talking to her.  Our vacations, holidays, guests overlapped and I feel a real sense of something missing when I go too long without a visit and a long chat with her. 


That's our social day.  Now then, to fit school in between somewhere.  Banker worked strangely yesterday.  I can't say he worked hard although he did do a complete chapter in MathUSee, he's finished 12 now.  He was easily distracted and I found him reading old books when I checked to see what he was up to and why it was taking him to very long to complete everything.  He looked horrified when I "caught" him with a book.  We had to have the "you can ALWAYS take a break to read" conversation, again.  We had the "you can work at your own pace, it's your pace!" conversation.  We had the "sometimes you need to take a break and walk away or sometimes your brain isn't firing as fast, sure, grab a book, just give me a heads up you're taking some time" conversation.  Again.  Bless him but he still doesn't get that part of this adventure.  He snuck upstairs to take a sneak break.  Really? Banker?  C'mon.  Sneaky is NOT where it's at.  After our conversations, all was well and happy, he took many book breaks, some picture books??  I think his brain was tired.  


He did 'get' that any breaks would result in his academic day extending, he had a list of what I felt was an appropriate amount of work to complete and I'll give it to him, by around 6:00pm he had completed it all.


I think school will happen in snippets today and that's fine, we are winding down anyway.  Sometimes you have to go with the flow and enjoy "live" friends when the opportunity presents itself. 


Yay Wednesday. 


/Tracy

Day Sixty and Sixty One (weekend)

Happy Easter Weekend!

We are having an egg hunt on Sunday morning, also husband birthday, before we go to friendP's for Easter Dinner. I love being included in a holiday meal and it makes me/us feel like we have family here. Even husband's eye roll at me planning a weekend outting, ah, it feels just like family! It matters and it's a huge deal to me. Banker is really excited to go and be part of the celebration and feeling of family, husband is indifferent. Same old same old. He used to be excited about things and I wish I knew how to bring it back...an enthusiastic response to anything would be such a small thing but the payoff would be so very high with Banker...and with me. It's exhausting to be responded to so frequently with abject apathy. It sometimes feels like giving into a good laugh and having a conversation that didn't include constant, serious, correction is a weakness or something. I miss playing with him a lot of the time. But, I digress.

Ah, weekend. Easter Weekend, husband birthday weekend. No stress at all. We are going to buy chicks (maybe today) for the Banker as a surprise for Easter. I've wanted chickens for a very long time. I don't think we are allowed to have them in my neighborhood but I don't care. The HOA is after us for so many other things I say let's go all the way! Husband says he's in a fight with them, I don't care. In for a penny, in for a pound, we're doing it. I merely smile and nod and don't really care in the slightest.

Back to the (hopefully) imminent arrival of chicks! I have all the stuff to keep them alive, I hope, in the garage. The garage is historically warmer than my house, I'm an a/c junkie, so they should do better in there, in box, with a light and we'll hope Lola doesn't eat them immediately. My plan, hahahaha, is to introduce her to the chicks and let her see them every day, as often as possible and let her (hopefully) get used to them running about and the noises they make. I may be deluding myself but I'm going to give it try. If, however, I fail miserably, I do have a home lined up for any chick that lives. I am not prepared to play the dogs in dogs out chickens in chickens out game. Everyone plays nicely or they simply cannot stay. Easy.


No school today :) or "officially" this weekend, ALTHOUGH, I did assign the next English Literature book...with a crushing (to him) 2 week deadline to read and write me something about what he read, 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea.

"BUT it's 385 pages!"
"Yes, my sweet, it is, you'd better read often and read long then hadn't you?"
"BUT I only have two weeks?"
"Yes, my sweet, here you go, on the calendar in RED!"
"BUT, I had 5 weeks to do the last book!"
"Yes, and you failed your due date miserably, obviously too long a time doesn't work for you, perhaps you need a little pressure in your life"
"Oh great, thanks mom, trying to kill me"
"Not yet, dear"

We have no field trip planned this week, he had better get it done or we'll have words and no one likes words.



So, in quick summary;

• I hope Boyo starts his book without comment from me this weekend.
• I seriously hope we find some chicks. 
• I hope Lola doesn't kill them. 
• I hope they don't die immediately. 
• I hope husband smiles and has a free giggle. 
• I hope Banker finishes his book report so he and I can move on and have a happy weekend. 
•  I am VERY pleased to report Banker did finish his book report yesterday.
• I hope I don't moan too much at him because he took advantage of my stupid foot issue and stayed online playing for hours past when I asked him to get offline, poor Banker, offline until I cool down.
• I hope I bought enough wine for this weekend.

/Tracy