Bulldozed



Sometimes in life, despite our best efforts to plan and be prepared, life overruns us.  Plows us over, really.

When the homeschool year began, I started out with high expectations.  I always do.

Namely, I could teach our two girls and keep the house in ship shape.

Eight weeks in to the school year, things have begun to go by the wayside. 

I have given in to the "good enough" mentality.

Current housekeeping list:


Dishes:  Washed them yesterday.  Or two days ago.  Can wash them before dinner tonight.  Or maybe tomorrow.  Mental note: Use more paper plates!! (as if we could...we use them for all three meals some days!)



Bathrooms:  There is sufficient t.p.  Can be cleaned next week, or the week after.  I'll just spray a layer of Lysol on everything.  It can wait.  Good enough.

Vacuuming:  If I don't let the kids eat popcorn in the living room today, I think we could make it until next week without vacuuming.  Better plan: if the laundry baskets and bean bags stay in the living room, no one will be able to see the carpet anyway.  Score!


Laundry:  Wash necessary items on weekends.  If you need a particular item and ask for it on the day it's needed, you're outta luck.  No can do.  Pick something else.  In fact, you can wear the same pair of pants you've been wearing for the last 3 days because it's your last clean(ish) pair and I'm not washing anything until Saturday!

Ironing:  Ha ha ha!  Does anyone do this any more?  Throw it back in the dryer with a damp washcloth, my friend!

Baths:  Twice a week would be great, but we only make it about once a week.  At least their skin is not drying out.  Or falling off.  Or caked with dirt.  I would like to say that this saves on soap, but it doesn't.  For some reason, the kids have started using as much soap as possible because I'm not monitoring bath time.  A brand new bottle of Mike Wazowski soap was down to the last eighth after one use.  Good grief.  It's because I'm trying to catch up on other things while they soak, or I'm finally sitting down to talk to my hubby, or checking Facebook for the first time in 3 days. 


And then there's school.



This is how our week goes:

 Sunday - Sunday school and church in the morning, Bible study at night.  Organize school books, set unrealistic goals for the week

Monday - I go to work and hubby covers school.  Hooray!  Feeling great.  Go to the park in the afternoon.



Tuesday - We hit all subjects hard, work til 1:00, have lunch and then I crash for a nap.

Wednesday - We hit most subjects, but end by noon because we have to get ready for our afterschool program and kids' choirs in the afternoon.

 Thursday - I am tired.  Motivation flagging. We watch a Netflix documentary, do an art project, and practice reading and writing. 

Friday - Try to finish projects we started and didn't finish this week (or last week), do the 3 r's, then go to the park. Or we do a science project and some art.  We'll try again next week.




Saturday - Our day of "rest," which usually includes running errands and getting groceries so I don't have to cram it in during the school week.  But sometimes I stay at home and do laundry instead. 

Then I have to fit grocery shopping in one morning/afternoon next week.  We'll call it "home ec" and "money management."

This is our life right now.  The first half of the day is taken up by homeschool, afternoon for chores, evening for dinner and bedtime and watching Netflix because I've given it all.  There's nothing left.  I can't move.


Goodnight.







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