marrow bone stock is boiling. reading Runaway to Freedom (Barbara Smucker) at bedtime. kids are sleeping. went to the gym today. Girl Talk is the greatest motivational workout DJ ever. I smiled and waved at the kids in the gym from the elliptical machine - and went longer than usual, knowing that when I stopped, I'd have to be mom again. I continued to play Girl Talk at home in the kitchen. ipod: "oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" Gracie walking back and forth in kitchen: "oh shit oh shit" clear as a bell in a tiny, high-pitched voice. no more Girl Talk in the kitchen. I love working out. It is my only opportunity all day/week to not have to talk to anyone and to listen to music loud. and exercise endorphins are magic. I feel much better today.
I think my homeschooling problem has to do with an overreaction to a friend who is having problems with her unschooled teenage son who won't do anything but hang out with his friends. Thinking I can't accept that in my own girls' future, I may have over-focused on workbooks and schoolish activities. It's just so jump-off-a-cliff scary to trust them to lead their own educations. On paper, I believe. Day to day, I'm nervous. I am also eliciting more bad reactions with my resurgence of healthy meals. Guess who likes red, yellow, and orange peppers and spinach and garlicky kefir cheese on whole wheat tortillas? Me and Gracie. Charlotte started crying immediately upon being served.
My advice to mothers of infants: cultivate their palates now. don't let family members destroy your chances by feeding your baby cookies for their own amusement. It is very hard to wean your child off Reese's Puffs.
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