I got an email from Randi today. I know she meant well. She’s having a “Back to Homeschool Week” over at her blog that you might want to check out. She’s also sharing her cute graphic if you choose to post a link to her blog with your back to school info. However, here at Sprittibee’s house – we are having a “holy-mess of moving chaos
week month”. As if I am ready to discuss “Back to School”. Sorry folks. It just. isn’t. hap-nen. I did, however, find my KONOS Volume 1 and my lesson planner yesterday. That is progress if you ask me. Sadly, I still have a stack of grading to get done for the last week or two of school that we did in early June before our world went crazy. Then I have report cards and planning… and a co-op meeting next week… and extra-curricular activities to research. All while my life dangles out of one moving box to the next.
No, really. I’m OK.
And then there was the recent baby scare. I thought Monday that maybe the baby wasn’t going to be. I got a call (after spotting) from the doctor’s assistant who told me that I had low progesterone levels. It appears I will have to
endure… er, enjoy a 4 inch needle stuck into my hindquarters twice a week with injected “natural” hormones because my ovaries are not feeling up to this pregnancy just yet. I am not one of the passing-out types with shots. I can even watch when they draw 15,000 viles of blood from my arm without a flinch. However, a 4 inch needle going in to your buttocks is not the best feeling the the whole world (especially since it takes TWO WHOLE MINUTES to administer the shot). No. I’m not kidding. The nurse had to time it. She says it keeps me from getting a “Whelp”. With as sore as my hiney has been since Tuesday morning, I would HATE to know what The “Whelp” might feel like.
The things we mothers do for our kids.
On top of the lack of schoolishness and the crazy hormonal issues, we still are not moved completely in to the house. Kev hasn’t gotten his first paycheck yet, either. We have a few favorite grandparents (to our children) who have graciously loaned us a few bucks to tide us over. My mom has offered a lot of moral support with me being sicky from the shots (progesterone slows your colon and gives you raging headaches) and she has been a great babysitter. I am wondering when my kids will sleep in their OWN rooms instead of down there in Chickie’s room? Right now, the entire upstairs has been just me and Kev… and the cat when she’s feeling friendly (with my cat, that is almost an oxy-moron).
This evening, I believe we are going to make one more attempt to get my junk out of storage. Looks sunny enough. I sure will be glad to sleep on my bed again. Hope that the helpers won’t be mad that I can’t afford the pizza and coke this time around. Tomorrow night we are heading out of town to go chase down a TV, a computer, a laundry hamper, and the mysterious vanishing camera. Hopefully I’ll be back Saturday with my in-laws. Do forgive me if I am unable to blog. Just take comfort knowing that I’m thinking about you all… and “mind-blogging” as I go along my busy way. Maybe soon I’ll have some pictures in here so you won’t feel so neglected.
“I love you, man.”
Thanks for sticking out this craziness. You are the best blog-readers. Give yourself a big hug from me.