After a very nice weekend, I am looking forward to our next week of school with equanimity. (And, to put that in its proper perspective, last Thursday I was thinking fondly of running away from home because trying to educate my darlings was proving so frustrating.) We finished up all the work that didn't get finished on Friday, and Travis did a very creditable job on the final draft of his writing assignment (and we won't mention how Many times through it took to get that final draft, just that it was Way more than two). I've scheduled next week's stuff, prepared Travis's copywork (his cursive is still pretty bad), and am Ready. Pats on the back for me!
We went up to Sparta on Saturday and did some crafts with the other families from our church with children, in preparation for the Caring Carnival the Sunday School is planning for this summer. The idea is to raise money for poor children in some country which I can't remember. The marbled paper notecards seem "saleable" to me, and they were certainly fun to make (we went to the home of a church member who is an artist with a fully equipped studio to make these, and the kids had a marvelous time swirling and splattering paint), but the prayer beads seem a little more iffy. Katie and I have Anglican prayer beads (Katie likes it when we pray them together), but I don't think they are widely used among Episcopalians, and the beads that the children strung on Saturday were done willy-nilly, without reference to any particular number or pattern, just with the suggested instruction to "make them look pretty!" They did come out pretty, though, and it is for a good cause, so maybe they will sell anyway. If gas prices keep going up the way they've been, we may be looking for a new church before summer anyway!
Today we stayed home and tidied the house because the Social Services ladies are coming on Tuesday to inspect us to see if we might qualify as a foster home. The whole idea of having officials who take away people's children in my home makes me nervous. What if the children say something awful? Or if Ed or I say something awful? Or my brownies are underdone and the coffee is weak? Aaack! The house is much neater now (you can walk into Katie's room without tripping over toys and open Travis's closet without danger of being crushed under an avalanche of Stuff), but still far from perfect, but I did get ready for school next week, as I mentioned at the beginning of this post. I will be glad when the visit is over, and we have their list of all the objectionable features of our house and our family. (As if!)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Weekend Update
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2 comments:
I am so glad you are back on track, but I appreciate it when people share how they handle bad days. We all have them, and so do teachers in regular school. I think the trick is to move on from them as quickly as you can.
About the writing and the many revisions. I once talked to a writer who told me that a piece of non-journalistic writing often goes through somewhere around 100 revisions! So now I think of N. as an aspiring writer--working on his craft quite seriously with his numerous revisions! :)
Sounds like you're really on the ball! Yay, you! :-)
I'll say a prayer for your social services visit. Truthfully, that's the one-and-only reason we don't foster children. I would gladly look after any child who needed a safe place to be, but I'm not about to let social services in our home. A private entity? Sure. But not a gov't one. (OK, I just realized that's probably not encouraging you very much, is it? Sorry. Just think of it this way - I'm weird, and you're a blessing to many!) I know the visit will go just fine. Children needs homes like yours, and the world needs more homes like your and fewer like... the ones they get stuck with. Let us know how things progress, and what we can pray for!
Dy
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