Well, darn it all anyway. I’m sick again…or still – I’m not sure which. I have a cough/bad throat. I wasn’t going to bug you with it again, but I’m annoyed because the kids and I missed out on going to a cool science fair thingy today. And a FREE science fair thingy at that.
A friend called this morning at 10 am. I was still in bed
moaningresting. She told me about the fair being held at the University specifically for my kids’ age group, and said if we wanted to go with her that she’s leaving in an hour. (We’d have to leave in a half hour in order to get to her place on time.) Now, any homeschooler knows that it’s their obligation to go to all things educational especially if they’re free. 😉 So, I hauled myself outta bed and into the shower. As soon I was dressed I started barking at the kids to get dressed – we’re leaving in 15 minutes! I said. (they were snuggled up on the couch watching a movie) TheyR started complaining that he just wanted to spend the day at home for once. We did that all day yesterday, I pointed out. I threw clothes at them, ran to the kitchen, and put a bagel in the toaster. Checked the time: 10:20 am. While I was waiting for the bagel, I went back to the living-room and barked some more at the kids. They hadn’t moved. Then I heard my bagel pop. I went back to the kitchen and proceeded to look in the fridge for the cream cheese, but it was no where to be found. “Isn’t there any more cream cheese?”, I croaked out (barely having a voice due to being sick). Apparently, R had had the last amount on hisbagel earlier. Grrr. Well, I can’t have a bagel without cream cheese, so I started rooting around in the cupboard for the cereal. 10:25 am. “Are you guys dressed??”, I said, my voice a squeak now. “Huh?”, they answered.
At that point, I was feeling very hurried and not that well, actually, so I just…sigh…gave up – or simply came to my senses. I called my friend and cancelled. It just wasn’t going to happen. Next, I went into the living-room and had a bit of a temper tantrum at the kids for not doing what they were told and they…well, they looked up at me, at least.
And now, an hour later, I’m on here. J just came in and announced that she was ready to go to the science fair!!!
It’s for the best. The kids can clean their rooms, do dishes, and basically be my slaves. I can watch a movie and fold laundry. But that guilty little voice at the back of my mind can’t help feeling bad for not taking the kids to do something fun and educational.