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ciroccojLooong day. Mostly good, with one rather dramatic low point, literally, when Justin pushed Daniel off the top of a play structure.
It didn't start out so great. I woke up at 7, incredibly tired, decided to set the kitchen timer for 30 minutes and asked Daniel (who was up and about) to come wake me up when it went off. Woke up an hour later, realized Justin had missed his bus, said a bunch of words that shouldn't be said around preschool toys, and dashed about getting everybody ready to go. At one point I asked, "Daniel, did the timer just not go off?"
"No, it went off."
"?! So what did you do?" (the timer, by the way, goes off for a full minute and can be heard all the way to the basement, unless you're asleep)
"I wondered how come it was going off."
"Daniel, remember when I asked you to come get me when the timer went off?"
"Oh yeah..."
"What did you think that meant??!!"
"Um... I don't know?"
"You nodded and said 'OK, Mama'. Did you know what you were saying OK to?"
"... I guess I was kind of spaced out..."
Anyway, things got better from there until the playground incident. That kind of put a crimp in the day, which until then had been going reasonably well. Daniel and I had done his lessons in the morning, then gone to pick up Justin at the bus shortly after 11, had lunch, then gone out on our bikes. We were going to be out for several hours, so I packed snacks and stuff for them to do while I was at the bank and the post office and blah blah blah and at the end of it all, we were supposed to go to the park where the children would happily frolic while I finally got to do some of my own class readings without much fear of interruption. Nobody would ask me for snacks because they'd already had them, nobody would need to go pee 'cause they'd done that right before the park, nobody would ask me to read to them/entertain them in any way because I'd been at it for hours and had earned my little 30 min to do my own thing.
It was a nice theory.
Two minutes into the frolicking/peaceful studying experience, after lugging all this crap around for three hours, and literally before I had cracked my book open, Daniel was on the ground crying and Justin was looking guilty and horrified.
So much for the peaceful study time.
Ah well, that's what their bedtime is for.
So now they're having dinner, I'm lj-ing, and will shortly put them to bed and then plunge into the gripping world of trade unions in Canada in the 1920s. And tomorrow we're off to the Sci-Tech Museum, for Science Day/Justin's home school day. Hope that goes a little better than today's adventure.
It would be nice to have![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bikerdoc home. He seems to be learning lots and having fun in Boston, but the kids miss him and I wouldn't mind having him around either ;)
And speaking ofbikerdoc, he read an entry of mine re. residency/medical school, and went on a bit of a rant that apparently felt very good. A catharsis of sorts, it seems. I wasn't sure about linking to it from here, but... well, anyway. I linked.
Oh dear, children are screaming. Must go.
It didn't start out so great. I woke up at 7, incredibly tired, decided to set the kitchen timer for 30 minutes and asked Daniel (who was up and about) to come wake me up when it went off. Woke up an hour later, realized Justin had missed his bus, said a bunch of words that shouldn't be said around preschool toys, and dashed about getting everybody ready to go. At one point I asked, "Daniel, did the timer just not go off?"
"No, it went off."
"?! So what did you do?" (the timer, by the way, goes off for a full minute and can be heard all the way to the basement, unless you're asleep)
"I wondered how come it was going off."
"Daniel, remember when I asked you to come get me when the timer went off?"
"Oh yeah..."
"What did you think that meant??!!"
"Um... I don't know?"
"You nodded and said 'OK, Mama'. Did you know what you were saying OK to?"
"... I guess I was kind of spaced out..."
Anyway, things got better from there until the playground incident. That kind of put a crimp in the day, which until then had been going reasonably well. Daniel and I had done his lessons in the morning, then gone to pick up Justin at the bus shortly after 11, had lunch, then gone out on our bikes. We were going to be out for several hours, so I packed snacks and stuff for them to do while I was at the bank and the post office and blah blah blah and at the end of it all, we were supposed to go to the park where the children would happily frolic while I finally got to do some of my own class readings without much fear of interruption. Nobody would ask me for snacks because they'd already had them, nobody would need to go pee 'cause they'd done that right before the park, nobody would ask me to read to them/entertain them in any way because I'd been at it for hours and had earned my little 30 min to do my own thing.
It was a nice theory.
Two minutes into the frolicking/peaceful studying experience, after lugging all this crap around for three hours, and literally before I had cracked my book open, Daniel was on the ground crying and Justin was looking guilty and horrified.
So much for the peaceful study time.
Ah well, that's what their bedtime is for.
So now they're having dinner, I'm lj-ing, and will shortly put them to bed and then plunge into the gripping world of trade unions in Canada in the 1920s. And tomorrow we're off to the Sci-Tech Museum, for Science Day/Justin's home school day. Hope that goes a little better than today's adventure.
It would be nice to have
bikerdoc home. He seems to be learning lots and having fun in Boston, but the kids miss him and I wouldn't mind having him around either ;)And speaking of
bikerdoc, he read an entry of mine re. residency/medical school, and went on a bit of a rant that apparently felt very good. A catharsis of sorts, it seems. I wasn't sure about linking to it from here, but... well, anyway. I linked.Oh dear, children are screaming. Must go.
