Category Archives: Bad Days (yep we have them!)

So you think you want to get up at 5:30 am?

I’m pretty sure DoodleBug will stay in her bed this morning for as long as she possibly can stand it.  Yesterday she woke up at 5:30 and refused to go back to sleep.  (She’s normally up around 9 or so)  I’m normally up that early, up to kiss hubby on his way out the door, but I’m also very accustomed to having some quiet time to gather my thoughts, pray, drink coffee, and ask God for the patience to survive the day.  DoodleBug had interupted that and I could think of no better way to keep her occupied then to start schoolwork early!  (evil grin) 

She was excited and eagerly ate her oatmeal, dressed and brushed her teeth while I gathered her books up near the couch. 

About half way through her first subject she decided she was too tired to figure out how to spell “took”. 

We survived ‘Reading I’ and ‘Language Arts’, moved into a quick ‘Social Studies’ lesson where somehow we started talking about how some of our families ancestors were Cherokee Indians and that turned into a crying session of how much she misses the great-great-great-great grandma she never met. 

I contemplated whether to pull out my hair or hers.  I decided instead to put those books aside and move on to Mathematics… I mean how hard can 6+1 be right?

Really stinking hard apparently!

We finished with a Bible lesson that went a little something like this:

“Remember yesterday when we talked about Jacob and Esau?
yes you do…
They were Isaac’s sons remember?
and he was blind?
and Jacob tricked him?
and stole his birthright?
remember the picture of the soup?
you know!  the dot to dot you did yesterday?”

I gave up…at least for that day.

I’m grateful that it’s 7:30 am and all are still asleep….  Thanks God, I needed that.

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Are you having a snow day?

Oh how wonderful snow days are, simply because we don’t have them!  What better day to hunker down with hot cocoa and a math book then the day that is frozen and yucky.  We typically have “freezing rain and ice days” here, not necessarily snow days and there is no reason for my kids to keep on trucking through their studies. 

There are so many opportunities to talk about weather, different states of matter (solid-ice, liquid-rain, gas-vapor), or even take in a music or art lesson.  I simply love the idea that we can work through a snow day and take a “Sunshine Day” off instead! 


We’re supposed to be done when?

We’re having a bit of difficulty getting back on target after the Christmas Break.  The wiggling and squirming from my “spirited” child is about to drive me bonkers.  I’m at a lost on how one can know that 2+2 = 4 one day and be totally confused on the concept of addition the very next morning.  I think I may have outsmarted her today though.  I’m sticking some cheesy dollar store addition flash cards in my apron pocket.  Want a drink? Whats the answer.  Want a snack? Whats the answer.  She’ll either learn addition or she’ll stop asking me so many questions!


A last ditch effort to get some math in when we’re having a bad day….

Two weeks ago I was suffering from a terribly painful abscessed tooth.  On one particularly trying day we took a more creative route with our lessons.  Tader Bug desperately needed a nap and since the baby was snoozing I thought it would be a great time for mom to nap as well.  That left Doodle Bug, once again behind in her lessons, to entertain and she was not going to leave us be without a fight.  I pulled out the dominoes and some construction paper and set my evil little plan into motion.

We stacked all the dominoes face down on one side of her.  She would pick up a domino, write the numbers down with a ‘plus’ sign and then add them up on her paper.  Then she could move the domino to the other side.  When she was done, she took another page and working the dominoes back to their starting place she repeated the process with subtraction instead.   

It all worked really good until she came running into the bedroom asking…

“Momma, how do you subtract 6 from 4?”

wow, I’m so not ready for negative numbers!

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When God Say’s “Go Home” He means it!

(this is also posted on my other blog, explaining my absence)

Hi Everyone…

I’m sorry I disappeared for so long. We’re all doing well, the baby bun is still baking just perfectly. We been through a couple of colds, a terrible packed ear issue (mine), putting our dog to sleep, my step sister’s baby shower (out of town), and then her delivery (Welcome Emma Mae!!). Oh yeah… somewhere in the mix, hubby slipped putting stuff in the attic and took a 2×6 to his man regions!

This isn’t the “why” behind where I’ve been, it’s just a list of what I’ve been up to lately. The “why” is a bit more complicated…… God told me a year ago to “Go Home” and while I physically left work and stayed home I wasn’t really here…. so He proceeded to do a little reminding.

This is my third time staying at home with my children. I can remember sitting at my desk at work, a week after my husband found his new and wonderful job, sobbing uncontrollably because I knew in my heart God wanted me home with my children but my husband wouldn’t give his blessing on me quitting my job. We’re terribly in debt and he felt we needed the money and the insurance. After a few weeks I was able to show him that in the end we were almost losing money (with the cost of gas and daycare) and that the quality of our family life was terrible. I was SOOOOO excited the day I turned in my notice. I couldn’t even hide it. Everyone at work knew I was NOT sad to be leaving.

I had promised myself that this time would be different. I wasn’t going to spend all day trying to sell stuff or sign up for things or search for ways to make money online. I was going to do all those things that I wanted to stay home to do: bake cookies, homeschool, do crafts, take the girls to the park, cook nice healthy meals.

I had been home roughly 9 months as of this past January. One day my screen on my laptop went out. I wasted the entire day moving furniture and rigging up a monitor to my laptop so I could still be online from the living room couch. If I’m in the living room then I’m still participating with the family right? I realized that there were days where I seemed almost annoyed at having to stop and make the girls lunch. Making sure I had taken pictures for my post had become more important than enjoying the activity I was taking pictures of, like when we made Christmas ornaments. I was spending hours finding really cool stuff to do for our school work, but never actually doing it. When you tossed a terrible case of morning sickness and shear exhaustion on top of it you ended up with one pooped, cranky, obnoxious, meany pants of a mommy and a wife.

I started to cry, daily. I started to pray. Our finances were being neglected, our family was being neglected, and I could see I was watching my whole world fall down around me while I posted messages on the forums and updated the template on my blog. What am I doing? I wasn’t doing ANYTHING I wanted to do at home. I was going to make the girls dresses, start scrapbooking, take them to the library….. and yet we sat at home all day everyday. I even did all that I could to avoid going to the corner market for some bread.

First, I stopped posting to my blogs, to my cafemom, and to my myspace. I had obligations to others (as moderator and blogger) that I tried to maintain, until that too began to take over. The more I did, the more God made a point to remind me what I was doing wrong. So about a month ago, I gave it all up. Aside from checking for emails from my out of town family, I didn’t get online. I would respond if someone IM’d me… long enough to tell them I couldn’t chat but hoped they were doing well. People began to worry about me, as it appeared I had just disappeared.

First, I cleaned my house… I vacuumed up all of Beanie’s dog hair and washed all the blankets. I packed up my excess craft stuff and move my youngest daughter into her own bedroom. I went out and bought GOOD food and learned a few new recipes. We made coffee filter flowers and went outside to gather sticks and pinecones and sat on the front porch listening to my wind chimes. Twice now, I have let the girls help me make homemade biscuits and at least three times a week we have bacon, eggs and pancakes for breakfast instead of a bowl of cereal.

I forgot to have faith that if God wants me home then He will provide, provided we are obedient and responsible with what he provides. (What I mean here, it that my husband is blessed with a job that makes us more than enough money to buy food… provided we don’t do something stupid like blow it all in Walmart buying toys…. ) I kept trying to take care of it all on my own, cover my own bases, and stopped calling on my Father, stopped trusting in Him.


I’m not going to go away for good. Being online is like any other addictive behavior to me though. I’m going to have to be very careful not to slip again. Maybe now my posts will be more interesting, because I won’t be posting to raise my page rank or sell ad space…. I’ll be posting because I had something to share.

Thank you to everyone who left comments checking in on me! You guys are the best!

Well, I’m off to start a load of laundry and pick up before my little babies wake up….God Bless!

Why bother?

Why am I even bothering to try and do school today?

Sick Dog

This is how I feel today…. I should be letting school go. I should be letting the house go. Momma’s sick and she should be just letting it go. But I can’t. All of a sudden today I’ve decided we’re behind and I must catch up. Today I have decided the laundry needs to be done and I need to finish the sugar cookies and I need to balance the check book and finish that graphic for my other blog and…..

I need to just go to bed. I need to just pile them in my bed, put on a movie and take a nap.

But I won’t. I know I won’t. I’ll probably be back to blog later.

Oh! One more thing… Big Hugs to Heather at for the link to your kids portals. We found Whit’s End and that did hold their attention for about ten minutes… long enough for me to refill my water bottle and find the tissues.