10-22-2012
It's nap time. :) The kids are in
bed...or at least confined in their tiny room. Bomani is fast asleep,
but the girls are hanging out rather wildly in there. Since they all
sleep on one twin bed foam mattress on the floor, they can race about
in the room until they fall asleep. The girls often end up on the
floor instead of the mattress. :)
This morning I decided to take the time
out of my work when the kids need it. The result? Happy kids, happy
mom, but lunch time and the kitchen is in utter chaos with salsa
partially made and the kids' breakfast remains still on the table.
Yes, lunch was made. Curry with rice and toppings, but unfortunately,
I was feeling too pinchy to buy more curry powder when I ran out, so
the two lbs of curry meat had about 1 tsp. of curry powder in it. :)
All that to say that...if I take the
time out to look after the kids' needs, including training and
discipline, I get very little otherwise accomplished. I forgot I had
dresses in the washer. I forgot I was going to put another load of
laundry through. But I spent time with Bomani before the girls woke
up, hung out with them after they woke up, and tended to their runny
noses, cries, and naughtiness the rest of the morning.
I know...a lot of you are saying,
“yes—that's how life is!” But some days, for me, it's not. I
put my house and my work first. I get lunch made, lacto-ferment my
cucumbers, do my laundry, and have the dishes done by lunchtime. But
the kids suffer.
Is there no perfect answer?
No. :)
Okay, got that off my heart. :)
Last week...let's see, what was last
week like? Oh yes—most of the week I felt so far behind in
everything that I thought maybe I was ahead. (lame joke) I was
utterly exhausted. I stopped taking tonic because I was tired of it
and we were running out. I made more, but it takes two weeks to
completely become the end product. By Friday, I was so tired it felt
like my neck would not hold my head up anymore. Alisha came to my
rescue by putting away an amazing amount of work for that afternoon.
Friday evening was the ladies prayer partner banquet, something I
look forward to all year. It's always so beautiful, it simply feeds
my soul. But I was so tired, and I wore such high heels, that I could
hardly wait for it to end so that I could go home, take tonic, and go
to bed. My throat hurt. I knew I was getting sick.
I left early, took tonic, and went to
bed. After a long, good night of sleep, I woke up tired. I woke up
sick. I rested a lot that day. And every hour or two, I took the
dreaded tonic, even though it wasn't fully fermented. By the next
morning, I was 70% better, and by Sunday evening, I felt very good.
Today I am fine! This—by the way—is another advertisement for the
Flu Buster Tonic I am so happy with. Yes, it's so awful to take that
I nearly gag. Yes, my tongue is sore from the large concentration of
hot pepper, combined with vinegar. But I can tell you in all honesty,
that when I have that feeling—the achy throat, achy skin, and achy
bones—I know I'm getting sick—really sick.
For days. And maybe after a week I'll be recovering.
But it
didn't happen. I fought these virus' for about two weeks. But I did
not get sick—no more than Saturday. One day. And even then, it was
only the introduction to the virus. The tonic beat it. I am so
grateful. I deeply dread every winter in America...but to have
something that makes this much of a difference...I'm thrilled.
Well, I just heard
Daisy hum her tune that means she is going to sleep. :) It's the same
tune every time. So I'm going to sleep too. :)
Lata.
10-23
The wild part of
the morning is over. :) Or I should say, this is the part between the
two wild parts. In other words, the girls are sleeping. :) They are
so busy. My house is constantly in a state of chaos. But right now,
the downstairs is cleaned up, the dishes are washed, and the lunch is
chopped and ready to stir-fry. And I can relax...
Highlights of the
week:
When Daisy “shook”
her finger at me and said “no”!
Hazel now says
“thank you” nearly every time you give her something, or when she
gives you something.
Bomani, last night
as we were doing our “before sleep reading”, looking at a book
Craig has from the library on barefoot running. He looked at the man
on the cover, and said, “Ouch. 'ticker.” (sticker)
The girls getting
up from their night, all sleepy-eyed, staggering around, with their
hair flying all over. Hazel usually brings her blanket to me for a
cuddle. Daisy starts right out on her own to find something to do.
There are a few
snippets. :) These kids can fight! Yesterday Daisy was chasing Bomani
with a spoon, hitting him. It looked so funny, I was dying with
laughter while Craig was catching her. Daisy has this habit right now
of bopping the others on the head. Yesterday they were outside and I
heard her crying. This time it was Hazel, returning the favor! This
is what it feels like, girl. :) I try to let them work things out on
their own sometimes. But you can't always do that. :)
Lata!