Monday, the start of the new week…
9:00 am- Two kids sound asleep in bed. Two alternately eating breakfast and goofing off, as usual. One in the high chair not so patiently waiting for me to serve something she is willing to eat- not an easy task these days, as she has gotten VERY picky! In a half an hour we are expected at our very first co-op class at a friend’s house, a co-op that was in the planning stage for months and is finally about to start. All of the sudden, without warning, the answering machine comes on and my friend is leaving a message, the phone is no where to be seen, but thankfully we are not the only ones getting a slow start to the day- co-op will be starting at 10 am instead of 9:30.
10 am- By the grace of God, we have made it on time to co-op. There are only three of our four co-op families in attendance today but that still means 11 children and only 3 adults. Have I mentioned it is a Catholic home school co-op? Lots of children but all really great kids. We start off with a little play time for the kids and visiting for the moms but manage before the day is over to get in some learning through games, crafts, discussion and drawings. A wonderful start to our co-op year!
1 pm- Home from co-op. Baby slept on the 10 minute ride home but refused to sleep once I put her in her crib so nap time is over. We have a quick lunch and hurry to clean up the mess and set up an activity for our Little Flowers girls club meeting, which I lead in my home twice a month.
2:30pm- My Little Flowers girls arrive. Only 4 this week, one is on vacation, two have recently moved away. As I conduct the meeting, my oldest son is working on his co-op “homework” and asking for help every few minutes. My younger son is just hanging around and distracting the girls from our story of St. Monica. The baby is climbing on chairs the entire time we are working on our craft. We are learning the virtue of hope this month and my greatest hope today is that the girls are able to get something from the meeting even though life in my house is always crazy. Despite the chaos, the meeting is a lot of fun. The girls finish up their crafts and snacks and we end our meeting with prayer. Then they run off to play puppy dogs while waiting for their moms to pick them up.
4 pm- The last of the little girls are picked up and within two minutes Tim is home from work. Time to think about dinner. My oldest daughter is my dinner helper but is currently reading a book and is too engrossed to even notice there is work to be done. I make most of the casserole myself but do delegate the job of dish washing while the food cooks. I use the time to read our "Five in a Row" book to my 5 and 7 year old. Then we sit down to eat together, and end our meal, as usual with our family rosary.
6pm- Dinner is done and sort-of cleaned up. My middle daughter has her religious ed class this evening so I get her ready and drop her off. I rush home, change my clothes and fit in a two mile walk- the only chance I’ll get to exercise today. The baby sleeps in the stroller while I walk, I guess she is just too tired to fight the sleep at this point.
8 pm- Tim goes to get our daughter as the boys shower and get ready for bed. I start to think about tomorrow. We are going to a nursing home with our home school group in the morning. The girls will recite poetry. The boys are performing a few magic tricks for the residents. I have to find capes for the boys, make a magic wand, and after their showers have them practice their “show”. The girls recite their poems in about 30 seconds time, that counts as their practice.
It is now 9 pm- No one has been put to bed, I am insanely stealing a few minutes to write and reflect on the day, Tim is relaxing with a book, and the kids are all playing, grateful for a chance to stay up a little late tonight since neither mommy nor daddy have the energy to take on the bedtime routine just yet.
Just another normal day around here….