The alarm went off at 7. Which really is a joke, because. Because it’s 7 a.m. and I am not a morning person, but every night I am sure that I will get up when my alarm goes off, so I set it for 7. Sometimes earlier if I’m feeling bold. When I finally rolled out of bed at 8 something, I stepped over a small body that had parked herself next to my side of the bed on the floor last night and slept there.
I threw my bathrobe on and made my way to the living room, where both Anna and Daisy has slept all night. Anna because her asthma has been atrocious lately and sleeping in the recliner helps. Daisy because, well, she’s Daisy and keeping guard over the house and it’s occupants is first priority.
I woke Anna up (she had a 9 a.m. online class) and promptly laid back down on the couch to use the heating pad on my neck.
Kaitlyn woke up and soon we were eating breakfast, Jeremy had taken off already to begin his day with church activities.
The rain started. The schooling started. The laundry started.
Math help started at 10:30 ish after Anna’s class was done online.
Hamburgers and salad were made for lunch as tests were corrected.
Language Arts was in full swing for Kaitlyn.
I finally got a shower at 3:30 (tell me I’m not the only SAHM homeschooling mom. MOM. who has ever done this…) I needed a break from math…yikes. I hadn’t done that much math since high school.
Now here it is 6:22 p.m.
Anna is at church with Jeremy.
Math is still not over for the day.
Kaitlyn isn’t feeling well so she and I are home.
The rain is still coming, and expected to come in all of it’s fullness within the hour. The house just rattled with a hint of wind preparing to come through our valley.
“How about some chicken broth?” I ask.
“Yeah, mom, that sounds good.” talking through a very, very sore throat.
She’s on the couch with a blanket, pillow, and Laverne and Shirley on youtube.
Homemade potato chips are frying on the stove.
And I caught the stove top on fire. Just a bit.