School. Tomorrow. Tomorrow? Sigh.
My schoolroom traditionally has a school table sandwiched between the wood stove and sofa and my books line the bay window. In the winter it is cozy. Tonight my bay window is filled with a Christmas tree. The cats can frequently be found curled up sleeping beneath it. The table is still in the front porch where it was put when the holidays began. I haven’t had the heart to get it hauled back into the sun porch. I suppose I will use the laundry basket for my books for a few days, at least until Epiphany when we will probably take down the tree.
The boys have realized that without school they have a lot of hours in the day to fill. I think that, although they do not really like to do school work, they are going to be content starting up again. I have enjoyed time to clean up my house and get caught up on laundry. I don’t mind housework; I do mind always struggling to find the time and energy to get it done. Homeschooling seems to fill too many hours of my day and too much of my energy to be able to keep the household running as smoothly as I would like. I am sure, however, that I will not regret the choices I have made.
Today Grandma invited us over for oyster stew—a Christmastime tradition in their home. For us two daughters-in-law this kind woman had also made homemade chicken noodle soup; she is always concerned about our dietary special needs! It was a nice family day, and since I had missed the Christmas holiday with them, it was even more special to me.
One night we had a kitten locked into the hen house, and last night one of our cats got locked into the garage. Shakespeare is his name. The name fits him well. He thinks he is still a kitten, but his body betrays him. This overgrown, shaggy monster keeps trying to play with our last litter of kittens; they squeal when he pounces on them. We usually prop the door open, but it had accidentally gotten closed up tight. I'm sure it did not hurt him to be inside for a half a day, but I think he was a bit offended by the whole thing!
Time to go. It’s bedtime for the teacher. Tomorrow will come too quickly as it is. I hope this 9th day of Christmas was special for you and yours!
Shakespeare
2 comments:
Jean, my boys, too found the days getting rather empty. We got back into work today, although not a full day.
I didn't do any more housework when school was out than when school is in. As I get older, the more willing I get to let it slide a little. Egads, what will I be like when I'm sixty?
Is B. all set for her trip?
Jean,
Your Shakespeare looks like our Horatio -- although Horatio is only 4 months old and is huge. One of these days I will catch a view of his double-wide body and post it (-:
We have had a very slow start to our school week. We are all foggy-brained, but I think all of us are happy to get the routine back. The biggest fog bank is ME - I loved all the sleep and reading I was able to do over break. But, I also love being my children's teacher and trust that my energy will rise to the occasion.
Warm Monday wishes to you,
Diane
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