Sad

and heartbroken.

We will be fine.

We will get through and be stronger.

Something happened with one of the kids that we have to sever all ties with some friends.

Life just sucks sometimes.

Jury Duty All Done

I was even into the jury box! They asked me my profession. I replied, "Homeschool mom to 6."

The prosecuting attorney dismissed on the next pass through.

I took my 17 bucks for a half day pay and went out to lunch by.my.self.

Jury Duty Day

I have no issues with jury duty. I am glad to serve. My only problem; will the house be standing when I return? and if it is standing will it be on dirty dishes, bread crusts, dirty socks and banana peels?

The Season of No Play Dates

I limit playdates between Thanksgiving and New Years. It is out of necessity. I like my kids and prefer them unbruised. Why would they be bruised? Well....this is a long story.

About 6 years ago when this time of the year came around we had a baby. This baby was our fourth son. He helped heal our hearts. A very cute baby that didn't like to sleep.

As my husband will confirm, without sleep I don't do too good. I think my mother will confirm I have always been this way. I am one of those people that just needs their sleep. My sense of humor disappears, my ability to think decreases, my growling increases and my level of patience dwindles, rapidly.

Six year ago #1 handed me two pieces of paper. One was his list to Santa and one was his list to mom and dad. "Here you go mom. I know I will get all these presents." I hestitated to take the lists. I knew that there was no way he was getting all of the items on the lists. I was proud he actually wrote the lists. But I hadn't slept since the end of August. I was irritated that he was milking the system for more gifts. But most of all, I couldn't come up with a lie fast enough.

I couldn't come up with, "Well you know Santa doesn't do big lists." My brain froze. So I closed the bedroom door and said, "You know that Mom and Dad are really Santa, don't you?" He figured but was in denial. I swore him to secrecy. I was hoping to just ride it out. With an 8 year old, 7 year old, 3 1/2 year old I wanted to keep the Santa magic going.

It didn't turn out that way.

#1 immediately blabbed to #2. A pattern that continues as they are best friends and share most everything except toothbrushes and socks. #3, a bright, precocious, incredibly verbal 3 1/2 year old caught on or was told by his older brothers.

I sat them all down and told them to not talk about it with other children. Other families do Santa differently. Do not talk about it. Every year since then, I have to have the DO NOT TALK ABOUT IT talk the day after Thanksgiving.

#3 did talk about it. (In retrospect, why wouldn't he talk about it? He talked about everything else, anywhere he wanted to. Still does!) In Sunday School at church. Santa was vehemently defended. He was adamant. Little girls and my little boy were almost in a fist fight in Sunday School.

Our family was the subject of leadership meetings.

sigh

I took #3 to the dentist the next year. All the adults around him kept asking if he was looking forward to Santa coming. He would say, "Santa IS Not Weal!" and absolutely shock every single one of them. I would sheepishly smile and say, "Older brothers" and shrug.

Since he can't keep his mouth shut, and neither can his younger brother or sister, we decided no play dates during this time of the year. We have absolutely no confidence in their ability to keep their mouths shut, not tell the other little children, burst the bubble and upset parents.

No play dates because "Santa is not Weal!"



and if anyone need confirmation this story is true. Ask Hilary.

Right, Hilary??

keep smiling, Hilary? smile!

(and even though we miss you, be glad at this time of the year because #3 would be with your #2, and my #6 would be with your #4 and I haven't done the math yet to figure out if #4 is with your #3. You would have gotten bombarded!)

Getting the manners down pat, now let's work on that tact

#2 is having a hard birthday week. He received his gift a few weeks ago (a target for shooting his .22) when Dan came out to shoot. On Monday his birthday came with a special dinner but not special enough. He really wanted real mashed potatoes and I was dead-dog tired and he got instant. And he had to make his dessert. I had all the ingredients but he had to put them together. Essentially, it was really anti-climatic.

We have all had those kind of birthdays. Haven't we? Maybe it was too early for him.

He just got a card from Grammie. It contained a check. The policy in the house is before you spend the moolah, write the thank you note. (To my mother and sister-I am trying to do better-trying.) The card arrived, the note was written.

Apparently, he is a little bitter at his anti-climatic birthday.

The text of the note was something like this:

Dear Grammie,

Thank you for the birthday card and money.

It was the only birthday card I received this year and

it was three days late.

ouch.

sorry mom.

I pulled him aside and told him he was being disrespectful. He should be thankful he was remembered at all.

and I called Grandma to remind her to call him for his birthday.

(Grammie is my mom-Grandma is DH's mom.)

UPDATE: Yesterday, #2 ran this out to the mailbox and everything. He was not budging. This morning I heard the door slam and see a winded #2. He ran out to the mailbox to retrieve his letter. He is rewriting it.

WOOOHOOOO!

It is box day!

Our new Sonlight curriculum arrived today!

2 cores equals lots of new books!

Yeahhh!