For no reason that I can imagine, my children have no school this week. A random week-long holiday in September. I guess our county is slowly moving to a year-round school calendar. We only have 9 weeks off for the summer break. I remember having 12 or so weeks when I was a child. We are fortunate that I am a stay-at-home mom. If I had a full-time job outside the home, like so many mothers do these days, what would we do with our kids?
I hate the school breaks though. The kids love not going. I have classes every week they have holidays though. Well, except at Christmas time. We are all on break then. But they have 4 other week-long breaks when I have to attend class. It is doable. They are kind of big enough and responsible enough to all stay home together for a few hours while I go to school. I just can’t get any time to study or do any homework when they are here. They are still so demanding. So hands-on. I keep expecting them to be more independent and not need me so much. I reckon I have trained them up wrong.
I finally finished all the laundry. Real exciting, right? But somehow in the washing and drying and folding, my favorite bra has disappeared! It is not only pretty, but reasonably comfortable! And it really fits. No weird line across the 2/3 mark of the breast that makes it look like I actually have four instead of two. No gaping at the top where my breasts are too lazy and old to fill in the cup. No sliding up so the underwire cuts the bottom 1/4 inch into a painful red line that takes hours to go away. I am talking a really good bra. One I love. One I miss. I can’t find it anywhere!
We received too many “oddities” at co-op lately. I had to give away several vegetables because the kids and the husband absolutely refuse to get behind eating them. Butternut squash almost went over well. Acorn squash was snubbed. As was eggplant. The kids were horrified at the prospect of eating a giant purple thing that felt like a cucumber gone wrong. I had to pass along some yellow summer squash and some green zucchini. I cooked a few of them, but no one would eat it! They would literally rather go to bed hungry. And did.
I am feeling fat and frumpy again. I haven’t been as good about eating as I know I should be. I addicted myself to a super-calorie-laden Mocha Frappe from McDonald’s. Drinking a large one of those everyday has seriously inflated my waist line and deflated my wallet. I am giving them up. But I crave it anyway. I haven’t drunk my 3 liters of water in a few weeks. We have eaten out 3 or 4 times a week for about 3 weeks running now. I have to get myself back in gear. I know how to eat correctly. It isn’t even really that hard. I just have to make myself cook. But sometimes I hate cooking.
Meh. I will probably complain for the next few days in a row 🙂