This is my life right now.
Three kids home during the day. One I’m officially homeschooling, one that’s doing his work at Aunt Sam’s house and one I take to the bathroom a dozen or so times a day.
I’m asked for snacks or something to drink approximately every 3.4 seconds.
Someone is napping on my couch for two or three hours out of every day (if I’m lucky).
There are blocks and cars and race tracks taking up most of my living room floor, and school books taking up two shelves of my craft storage.
The dining room table is a mess of crayons and pencils and workbooks, and I can’t remember the last time all six chairs were actually pushed in.
This isn’t the school year I expected. I’m thankful I am home and able to do it – truly – but it hasn’t been easy.
I’ve been off balance for the past six weeks, grasping and stumbling, trying to figure out a way to make this work.
Sometimes, it does and school time goes well, the kids play, the kitchen stays semi-organized and I don’t spend the day tripping through the living room.
Other days, we eat dinner after my nephews have left, and I take a shower, put on my pajamas and camp out on the couch until I fall asleep at 8:15.
Add in Little League practices and games four or five times a week, and I feel like everyone is getting what they need…
I don’t even know where I’m going with this. I certainly didn’t mean to sit down and write out a big old whine. But something, I think, has got to change…or shift…or accomodate.
I’m just not sure what yet.