I have to write an Ethics paper tonight on Hobbes, in relation to Rousseau and Aristotle. I know- my brian is about to burst, and I have to dump it all so I can then go focus on really obscure classical ethicists who lived in times and spoke languages that require me to read each paragraph at least three time for it to sink in…
School with kids is freaking hard. I can do hard things. But this is really hard. It’s requiring a whole new set of things I haven’t accessed in years- or maybe ever. Last time I was in school, I didn’t care. I’ve always gotten good grades- and if I started to bomb in a class, it was because I stopped going or didn’t care. This time I care. Dig deep. Do hard things.
My home teacher brought over an air conditioning unit tonight. He and his son installed it, and for all my nostalgia earlier in the week, it sure is nice to not have my house be 85 degrees right now.
I made it to the gym for the first time in a week today. I was ready to bit the heads off live bats I was so stressed. So I went and beat myself up instead. It wasn’t the greatest workout ever- but it was the best one this week.
Abby is completely out of diapers and pullups now. Houston, we have bladder control. She’s woken up every morning lately with a dry pullup, so this may actually be the end of almost nine years of diapers.
It’s almost ten. A friend who just graduated from the same school I’m at told me today that most of my best writing will take place between 10 pm and 2 am. Looks to be about right.
Okay, I had to do something with the kids, so I knuckled under and joined Netflix, and the kids are having a ball watching movies and TVÂ shows online while I study. Also, I started watching Arrested Development at night when I fall into bed. It helps me unwind, and seriously? I don’t think there’s been a funnier show ever.
My bed broke today. It’s a fancy bed, but it got moved to install the air, and one of the support struts fell out and then cracked when we moved it back. So my (same awesome) home teacher went to ACE and rebuilt my bed with fence hardware, 4×4 post anchors and 3″ screws. That sucker is never coming apart again. I may have to leave it when we move someday.
WHY IS KIDS TOOTHPASTE BLUE?? WHY??
I want to paint my front door. But I cannot decide between tasteful brick red, or on wild chartreuse. Any bets?
Off to write a paper now…
Dandelion Mama 
So hoping you are not awake a 4:30 writing still…
Ethics and motherhood…can’t say that I envy you! But again, you can do hard things!
Glad you got to the gym.
As much as possible, take time for yourself. Glad you have Arrested Development.
Off to pretend to function at 4:30.
Lots of love and prayers.
After Bean waxing eloquent in his Ode to Chartreuse, how could you think of any other hue?
Hooray for bladder control, contented kids, cold air, uber strong beds, and ethics inspiration at 2 a.m.!
We joined Netflix recently too. THe kids love watching Rocky and Bullwinkle through the Wii and we love watching Arrested Development too. It’s hilarious!
I cannot quite fathom how hard it would have to be to study and mother at the same time. But that which you persist in doing…..
I did the school w/kids thing too. And it was hard. But then, I had my spouse to help, plus I only did 9 hours at a time, plus I don’t have a kid with autism. And it was STILL hard.
Brick red. Definitely.
I finished my paper just before 2- so that seems to be about right.
Netflix is an important gift from Heavenly Father to help us through this miserable world until He comes again. I personally offer prayers of gratitude for it quite often.
ps Arrested Development is the freakingist funny show I’ve seen in ages.
Chartreuse!
Chartreuse!
You can always go back to red, but give yourself a naughty thrill and go with chartreuse.
wild chartreuse – definitely! Think of the burst of energy that will fill you each time you walk through it. You need it.
Netflix is a godsend. I echo everything Living in Zion said.
I have been watching Arrested Development as my unwind show before bed too!! When you are done with that, try ’30 Rock’….
Episcopal Churches have red doors. Tradition has it that it is symbolic of entering the Church and getting to our Heavenly Father through the blood of Christ. Therefore, for me (the Episcopalian), red doors are a reminder of God’s Grace.
The front door on our house is red. (Total coincidence! Promise!) It makes my home feel like a sanctuary. It’s wonderful to walk through my door and feel the stress bleeding off.
Who knew red paint had that effect?
So, I vote for red.
Susan, that is a lovely tradition I had never heard of. Thanks for sharing. I like it.
Brick red.
Good Luck!
Good luck with everything. I love reading your posts.
Last term I was taking a philosophy class (my first in 10 years) while painting the exterior of my house and trying to take care of my 3 kids. I’m fortunate to have a great, albiet incredibly busy husband who can help occasionally. As much as liked going to class to have time to myself, it was really difficult to find time to read and write the papers.
I’ll be cheering for you.
I have to say… back in the day I had the Aquafresh stand-up toothpaste with three different colors (red, white, and aqua) and it made me so excited about brushing my teeth. So… don’t know why the artificial coloring is there, but um… the colors captured my interest.
Also… while I love your posts, this has got to be one of my favorites. It is definitely one to show your kids when they are in high school/college and saying “hey, we have to study this Rousseau guy and I don’t get it…”
sorry – that should have said either “while I love ALL your posts”