Yesterday was…not a great day. I got mad at the kids. Not just a little mad, but feeling-guilty-later kinda mad. It began with homeschooling.
We started late. 10:00 am rather than 9:00 am. And that’s because I was on here. Reading blogs. 🙂 When I came up (my computer is in the basement) the kids were playing play-dough at the table. I announced that they needed to clean up because it was time to start school and they responded with much whining and complaining. Now. I know what you Unschoolers are thinking. Why not just let them keep playing play dough? While they were whining and carrying-on, this thought crossed my own mind. In their own way they were learning a lot through this imaginative kind of play. BUT, I had already told them to stop and I went through this power struggle in my head. I couldn’t back down in response to their whining…even if I had wanted to. I just can’t set that kind of precedent. Not to mention that they’d already gotten an extra hour of play. It’s also not like we do school all day. They get plenty of playtime. And now was the time to do school, damn it!!
J, conveniently had to go to the bathroom at that point, and R was crying because he had to clean up the play-dough, and I…well I lost it a bit. After I had a small tantrum and then a breather we met at the table and started school. We were in better spirits by then so the lessons themselves went fine. But then on and off through-out yesterday (and today, frankly) the kids have been pushing my buttons. I just don’t have the patience for them right now. They’re arguing, being competitive with each other, and demonstrating defiance to me. I need a breather!
And I’m tired. And do you know why I’m tired? I snore. There. I said it. It’s embarrassing. I don’t snore in a dainty way. In Adrian’s words, it’s like a chain saw going in the night. I’ve snored my whole life but not always this badly. Three years ago I put on some weight, and now I snore like a big old fat guy. It’s not fair! Adrian’s bigger than me and he barely snores at all.
I know it’s effecting my sleep. I need to go to the doctor and get one of those sexy breathing machines that stop you from snoring. I keep putting it off, though, because I think I’m going to lose weight soon. But it ain’t happening.
Let’s see. What else can I complain about? Oh yeah! My house feels outta control at the moment, too.