my days are different. I now have one school aged child home. just the two of us. The energy has shifted from one who wanted to be challenged and busy to one who would rather stay in pajamas all day and play on the IPad. Perhaps, in any sense of the word, we are in mourning. I have yet to seize the opportunity of one child. I stared off strong with stellar ideals and practices, but the excitement has waned and potential has ceased. I, too, think of staying in my pajamas all day and an effervescence has been dwindled to a mediocre fizz.
We will climb back on top, but at the moment, there is no appetite of either party. Our beginning was greatly compromised by outside responsibilities and commitments. She spent a week either in the car or at home by herself. This was my fault, but a friend was in great need and calling for my presence.
So, there is now one child. The academic schedule sits in front of her. As I write, she is supposed to be mimicking activity, but i look across and see her play with the cat and stare out the window. It is nearing the 1:00 hour and her light load should be done, my part in her day should be over - but the baby will wake, the brothers will come home, and we will still be sitting at the table working on something 'taxing' that will ultimately bring her to tears.
When and if the weather turns and welcomes our souls to the outside, we will gain momentum again. Now...it just seems too tedious at times. I wonder if i felt this way when it was just Perry and I. He and Lucy would have been the same age...4th grade. How did it work?
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