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Ruh roh…

(NOTE: I wrote this entry last week but something went wrong with the Auto-Save feature. I’m going to try to replicate it as best I can…)

While sitting in the Auditorium waiting for The Hubs to arrive and The Regulator’s Spring Concert to start, I had a rather startling realization:  there were only two weeks left to the school year.

If you lived anywhere– let’s face it, anywhere— this past winter, you’d agree that it didn’t feel as though the school year was ever going to end. But it is, and as usual, I feel woefully unprepared.

I had had such high hopes for this summer– vacations, day trips, and a move to a glorious house in suburbia. But alas, this was not to be. I’ve been tutoring here and there, but it doesn’t pull in all that much. The big vacation is already paid for, but aside from that, I’ll have to wait and see if I land a work-from-home gig that Mrs. Legal Lawyer told me about. If I don’t get that… well.  Can’t feel sorry for myself if that’s the result.

I always say that I’ll get the kids working on their basic skills and reading like crazy over the summer, but that doesn’t really happen, either. The Regulator needs to improve his handwriting like woah, and they could all use more trips to the library. The Hubs and I love books, but we really can’t afford to be buying all of them! The Summer Reading Program at town libraries is pretty great, but we just haven’t been able to keep up  with the assignments. I think we need to spend more time there and get the boys a little more familiar with their reading interests and limitations (why am I bringing home 6 novels per kid?).

And even though we’re not moving, it’s not too early to start preparing. I intend to  start tossing all the stuff we don’t need, maybe even selling what we can. Who knows? We might even be able to be a little happier in the space we have when there’s less stuff in it. We have a storage unit and most of that stuff hasn’t seen the light of day in a couple years!

The Regulator is also transitioning to *gasp* MIDDLE SCHOOL. I hear tell the 5th grade is one of the toughest years in our school system. Probably just as well that we’re not moving anywhere… he’s not one to handle stress. I want to prepare him, though: study skills, note taking, organization. Things that will make the actual content a non-issue (which it pretty much is– he’s above average intelligence-wise and I have the objective test results to prove it).

There’s always swimming and soccer, and maybe if we can squeeze in a day trip, it’ll be a grand time. Anything to keep them from being plugged in all damn day.  Anything to keep them from making a royal mess of our home.

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Oh… if I use this. Poor boys won’t know what hit them! They’re downright lucky we don’t have a pet (or a farmstead, for that matter… how the heck old is this list?!?!).

Here’s to family fun and making memories.

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Here we go again…

Just when I was getting used to being at home with three kids, I got a job.

Just when I was getting used to having a job and three kids, I got pregnant.

Just when I was getting used to the idea of having another baby, I lost my job.

Just when I was getting used to the idea of not having a job while raising four kids….

I start a blog about being used to the idea of being a stay-at-home-mom. And I am… except when I’m not. (Bill-paying time is usually when I get the uneasy feeling.)

I thought to myself, “Hey self! You have two college degrees and years of teaching experience! But you’re at home with your kids! You’re…. THE ACCIDENTAL STAY AT HOME MOM!”

Guess what? That title has been taken several times over in the blogosphere. Twitter handles, too. So I thought to myself, “Self! What else could you call yourself?”

I’m not accident-prone, and fortunately neither are my children (yes– pictures of them will follow eventually). But… stuff just happens! My kids say funny things, we have a quirky family, so we have our fair share of incidents. 

Ergo, The Incident-Prone SAHM.

Welcome.

Now if you’ll excuse me, a certain 8-month-old doesn’t seem to believe the wastepaper basket isn’t a toy bin…

(I don’t think I’ll be using other blogs any time soon. So keep checking this one out. Thanks!)