I wrote--really wrote this post with pen and paper--at 30,000 feet while we began our ski vacation in Montana. Honestly, I think the week ahead of a vacation seems twice as hard, and not just because of the suitcases waiting to be filled. Anyway, here goes...
I had misread my calendar for Monday and had reworked a slew of Monday appointments so I could take Paige to the eye doctor. On Sunday I got the confirmation robo-call for the appointment--on Tuesday. So everything I had moved had to be moved again! Arghhhhh...
The first part of the week: RAIN and LAUNDRY. Georgia is catching up and thankfully finally coming out of a drought. The problem is that we had to endure four solid days of rain, from sprinkles to heavy downpours with no break. Meanwhile I stayed inside and washed, dried, folded.
We've been dealing with Paige's eye infection since September. It's a viral infection, quite tenacious. Her report this time was: the scarring was smaller but in a worse location; on the good side the virus seems to be lessening. We are shifting medicines slightly and keeping an eye on it (no pun intended!). I think I haven't written about that before but it has been a learning experience for all of us. Paige is one tough cookie.
Jack seems to have stepped up in taking his schoolwork seriously. He is capable but the self-discipline he brings to athletics hasn't always translated. I'm going to take a second a brag on him: first, he patiently waded through three rough drafts of his autobiography, one time with his demanding mama; second, he decided to buckle down with algebra and, as a result, got a 100 on his latest test. Awesome!
So I'll brag on Matthew a little, too. He also got 100 on his algebra test. (Yes, both boys are in algebra this year.) And no, the whole class didn't get 100. My boys are just smart and hard workers. Okay, bragging over!
Ash Wednesday, Lent begins. My previous post is what I'm trying to do for Lent. Unfortunately the operative words there are "I" and "trying." I'm mostly failing miserably. I am just exhausted right now, and I think it is chiefly because of my chaotic house. Patience. Baby steps. We did hear an amazing sermon on Isaiah 58 that night. If I can find the link to the sermon I'll add it, but you might find the reading a useful one at this time of year.
Thursday, Darcy's class went to the Michael C. Carlos museum in Atlanta. (Here's my TripAdvisor review.) Her class has been doing a three-week unit on Greece, and this museum holds wonderful Greek and Roman antiquities. Of course, the hit of the day was the Egyptian mummy exhibit! So much for the Greeks and Romans!
That leaves Friday. Did you ever have a day where everything seems to be conspiring to make it a terrible day? That was my Friday. I had been invited to speak to a "Moms of Preschoolers" group as part of a panel of moms who had "been there."
Well, man plans, God laughs. We had lost backpacks, terrible hair, forgotten homework, escaped dogs, and misplaced clothes before 7:30 that morning. On top of that, the lady I sat next to had homeschooled her now-adult children, three of who had ADHD and one of whom had Down's Syndrome, all while starting and still heading an international Christian mission group. Yeah.
But. The bags got packed, we made it to the plane, and by the time this gets posted I'll have rased a glass with some dear friends while we look out at the snow-covered landscape that surrounds us. And life is good.
Afterword: I started typing this on Saturday evening but jet lag and the altitude, and possibly the beer I had with Bill and Kat, combined to wipe me out halfway through typing this up. So I'm late.
Also: No Dorie recipe this week! The high altitude wreaks havoc on baking, so we'll wait a week.
Finally: I thought I would have some awesome pictures to post here, but forgot that my awesome pictures are still trapped on my camera, and will be all week. If I figure out a way around that, I have some wonderful new pictures to share. If not, well, I'll still have pictures to share but just a little later.