I don’t know how this works
I don’t know how this works. Some days Col begs for a little alone time, in which his sister’s watchful eyes are not orbiting the planet of his own lego-constructing hands. Some days Rose communicates the “thumbs down” of her mental sibling scoreboard by pinching her brother on his nearest available flesh. Other times they decide to jump rope—tandem style—eyes locked fiercely while they fly in synch.
I don’t know how this works. Last year when I was only homeschooling Col, I discovered that placing a worksheet and a pen in front of him triggered a narcoleptic stupor. The cheerful 2-dimensional bunnies on the page who invited him to do a word search! or fill in the blanks with the missing words! were transformed by Col’s pen into fanged, carnivorous animals; no “blanks” got filled in. I promptly abandoned worksheets. And now, one year later, with 2 homeschoolers at the kitchen table, I tried printing a few worksheets off the orgiastic website of worksheets: education.com. Now, the kids wait at the foot of the printer for their particular bundle of worksheets like kids on Christmas morning. “I got bubblegum math!” Rose exclaims. “What’d you get Coley?”
I don’t know how this works. Even after everyone in the 4-piece band of our family wields an instrument of cleaning and de-cluttering, our smidgen of an 800 sf house Never Stays Clean.
Underground in the root cellar!
I don’t know how this works. A few years ago, when my head first started sprouting a few random grey hairs, I bought some henna, certain that I would dye my hair, well, soon. The henna sat in the medicine cabinet while the grey hairs banded together in solidarity of the masses. Now, I am 40 and there are new grey soldiers daily, and yet none of them seem so offensive as to need escorting off the premises.
Some days my mantra is I know nothing, I know nothing, I know nothing. And it’s okay.
* I had the honor of guest posting on Kelle Hampton’s lovely blog, Enjoying the Small Things, while she soaks up time with her baby son. And it’s true that while I was sitting on my friend Melanie’s couch on Monday afternoon, my blog broke from all the traffic from Kelle’s readers. And it’s also true that while I was sitting on Mel’s couch not answering a call from my web-hosting company informing me of this, my assistant (how cool and funny is it that I have a blog assistant) Marybeth, who lives off the grid in Oregon with no internet service, happened to be at the library on the internet and actually understood what was happening and how to fix it. Which is just to say, angels, total angels.
So, go here to read the guest post on Kelle’s blog called The Grace of Now. And here to investigate Marybeth’s mad technology skills (specifically wordpress stuffs) or here for her gorgeous cloth diaper business.
And you? What do you know that you know that you don’t know?