Slacker me...or, Another day, another PB & J
The weather of late has been lovely so we've been spending lots of time outside convincing ourselves that Yes, Virginia, Spring is Coming! So of course, in the face of our audacity, Mother Nature is giving us snow and sleet tonight through tomorrow. I don't know if we, as a family, can handle much more time cooped up with only one another for company and umpteen cable channels for entertainment. It gets to be a bit much. Not to mention that stale "people in the house" smell. You know what I'm talking about and don't pretend to be horrified or think "what kind of housekeeper is she?!"
Other fun artsy things have been going on...you know, art show, writing workshops. Didn't participate in the art show but I went with 3 kids in tow and that has to count for something. Read Natalie Goldberg's "Wild Mind" which title I love and found somewhat more inspiring even than "Writing Down the Bones". Inching my way towards bravery in my life. I may even get there before I die.
We've decided to hold Boo from Kindergarten in the fall - he will go to a special program in his preschool for other kids who aren't quite ready. DQ was in it before kindergarten, although not because we held her, but because they thought it would be good for her. Which it was, and hopefully will be for him. It was a hard decision and there's still this lingering, kind of skulking feeling of...I don't know, like guilt, or feeling like he isn't "good enough". There's just that stigma from ages ago about being "held back". And even though logically I know that it has nothing to do with his intelligence but rather his young age and emotional maturity, and that it will probably be great for him and he will blossom and thrive due to it (keep throwing that manure on there) there is still that little...but. And I'm not even sure what it is...it's like a wiggly slick little bit of unease buried somewhere deep in my intestines (much like someone's one pound coin) where I can't even shine a light on it to examine it. I guess like everything else, it'll come out in the end. EWWW. So gross.