One of my resolutions was to write. I’d say “more” but that would imply I’ve done much of anything in the last two years. And because I suffer from an incredible sense of guilt that I don’t do enough, I decided to add that to the list of things to fail at. Only it’s February 3rd, which is not that far away from January 1st, so I am kind of doing amazing at this resolution thing. And since it was either this or exercising, those of you that know me even a little will understand why I’m here. Because chocolate.
So, let me catch you up on us.
There are now eight of us. Eight. That’s humans, not gerbils. Or cats. Six of those eight humans are little people of varying sizes. (You didn’t realize this was going to be a math lesson, did you? SURPRISE MATH! Even worse than on-purpose math.)
For those keeping score, only three of those six have burst forth from my loins. Two are fully ours forever and ever. And one is on loan, though if we keep her forever that’d be perfectly fine by the rest of those that make up the us. She’s been with us for almost nine months now, and for those of you that are familiar with the process of fostering through to adoption… oy. It’s lengthy. And not easy, especially because there are a lot of “buts” and “what ifs”. So we wait, see, and love for now, and fully embrace the eight.
We moved last November, to a bigger house, with land. We are buying this place from my mom, so we live on the same property as my mom, her husband, and my grandmother, and even though it’s a bit compound-ish, it’s heaven. There are five acres to run on, and trees to climb, and nooks and crannies to explore, and rain or shine the kids are out there breathing in the beauty of this little slice that we call home. In fact, Ben, who is now 2 and has the language skills of a cranky 78-year-old librarian, has grown to love this place so much that when we have to go to the old house or drive past it, he asks me over and over again if we’re going back to grandma’s house because our old, admittedly small house in the neighborhood offends his sense of freedom and wandering sensibilities.
For now we have two houses, which is SO TOTES FUN. Fix one and then the other. And then that one, and then this one. We hope to have that one on the market in the early spring. But the process of selling or moving or buying a home goes on the list with things like step on a carpet of Legos, singe my eyebrows off in a tragic s’mores accident, or have a spider lay its eggs in my ear. So, like, really high on my life list of things that require me to be medicated and/or in therapy.
In other news, we’re homeschooling. Again, because I felt like I wasn’t doing enough to feel guilty about, so let’s do this one other thing to for the four kids that are in school right now. I can’t say it’s gone swimmingly. It’s been a lot of treading water and sometimes getting hit with the waves and choking on the sand. Once a week or so I wonder if I’m doing the right thing. But also more than once a week one of the kids will be so excited about something that they are learning, and we can focus on it in such a way that they are developing a beautiful passion for learning and for the world that I feel good and right with our decision. It’s working for us right now, and we’ll just do it till it no longer works, if and when that time comes about.
Fortunately we are doing it through a charter school that we’ve enrolled them in, so we also have the added advantage of having a teacher come out to us once a week and spend an hour with each kid to make sure they’re progressing like they should, getting additional help on subjects that they might be finding challenging, and basically just being a support for us. My hats are off to those parents that do it all on their own. Bravo, wonderful, and how are you not drinking?
So that’s the nutshell of our lives the last few months. I’m sure there’s more, and we’ll get to it. If there is anyone that still reads this, let me know so I can send you a cookie because boy do you have staying power, and I love ya.