Although I want to get back to writing on a more daily basis, this week was not the week for that, so here’s one ginormous update…
First of all, this week kicked. my. butt. Wow. The routine for this school year is…working at the daycare from 6:30-11:30, then home for schooling with Hayden (Bible, geometry, physics, world history, literature, Spanish, instruments, and P.E.), getting the little kids off the bus at 4:00, spending the evening on homework, supper, meltdowns, baths, stories, and bedtime battles, finishing up some work with Hayden, visiting with her and Jason a little, and then to bed as early as possible. Big. Days. But we made it. And the little kids got up at 6:00 this morning to celebrate Saturday. Fabulous.
I am learning so much at daycare. I was blessed to be able to stay home with our kids, so this is a new experience for me, and I am continually amazed at the staff. They are unbelievable. I’ve always thought I was reasonably good with kids…after all, I’ve raised a few of my own. However, since I haven’t raised them 20 at a time…I’m pretty darn clueless. These women that can keep a whole group of three-year-olds happy, safe, and learning…and the toddlers…and don’t even get me started on the babies. I have subbed in the baby room a couple of times, and it has made me feel like I’ve never had a baby in my life. There are a couple of twenty-something “Baby Whisperers” in that room that leave me in complete awe. Day care workers should be paid $20 an hour…after all, they’re taking care of our most precious “possessions.” They’re not…which means they do it out of love…which is pretty awesome.
The littles are adjusting to school. Little Feff, after getting long not-very-complimentary notes from his kindergarten teacher for the first five days of school, finally got smiley-faces this past Thursday and Friday. Hopefully, hopefully, he is making the adjustment. First-grader Feffer has seemed to be doing well…no news is good news, right?…but we did get a phone call from the bus garage yesterday, saying that the little toot has been so naughty on the bus that…after repeated warnings since it’s the beginning of the year…they decided to call me. I told Feffer that he will no longer walk from the bus to our house (a total distance of one front yard). Instead, one of us will meet the bus every afternoon, so that the bus driver can give us a thumbs-up or a thumbs-down. A thumbs-down means that Feffer won’t play outside that afternoon. So…I’m thinking he’ll have some pretty amazing Lego creations by the end of the week. Fiffer seems to be doing great, although I have yet to talk to her teacher…hopefully this week.
Dillon had court this past Wednesday. Since the children’s home is two hours away, Jason and I split a total of eight hours of driving for that day (on top of everything else). Delightful. Back when Dillon got into trouble, we were told that the case would probably be swept under the rug (since it’s his first offense) unless we (as the parents) pushed the issue. Although we considered doing that (because we wanted him to learn something from the whole experience), we dropped it once we decided to send him to the children’s home. However, no one informed the judge that this was something to sweep under the rug. She sentenced the little lad to a year’s probation, 30 hours of community service, and $216 in court costs (which he will pay using his $5-a-week-from-the-children’s-home allowance). Yikes. Jason and I were both duly impressed. Dillon…not so much. I’m afraid he sees it as a bit of a status symbol…proof that he is just as “bad ass” as he himself believes. On the way home, he even told me that he committed the crime because he was hoping it would get him sent to live somewhere besides our house. The fact that that could have been the detention center doesn’t even make him blink.
Hayden is rocking right along. She and I both doubled down on the week’s schedule on Monday and Tuesday, so she was done with the week’s worth of school by 3:30 yesterday afternoon. Alleluia. Besides her schoolwork, she’s working at the daycare center every day, playing in the community orchestra, volunteering for a weekly program at our church, helping with special-needs sports through our recreation center, and visiting the nursing homes on Sunday afternoons with her dad. She’s a busy girl. She’s also a little lonely; she was beyond delighted when Josiah called her earlier this week to fill her in on college life…and she was happy to run around with a friend yesterday afternoon…movie, ice cream, and errands…good times.
Josiah is doing great. From several reports (please remember that I have spies everywhere), my somewhat-quiet child has morphed into a very social young man. He loves his classes, especially New Testament (taught by a friend’s husband), which he has talked a lot about. He has spent lots of time “jamming” with several other guitar players from his dorm; this has morphed into a band, including a keyboard and who knows what else. At about 2:30 this morning, he posted on Facebook, “Fugitive is amazing! Running around a strange town in the middle of the night while being hunted. Life doesn’t get much better than that.” So. I think he’s adjusting fine.
Zachery has been quiet this week. I don’t think I’ve talked to him at all, which is unusual. Hopefully, we will catch up with him, Raven, and Sophia tomorrow over lunch.
Quincy is doing great, as well. Her two favorite classes so far are “Interp” (Interpretation of Pauline Epistles) and Christian Teacher’s Ministry (or something like that…taught by a prof I had back in the day). My previously perfectionist daughter is pretty laid back as she starts her junior year, a change that I am delighted to see. Her social life seems to be rocking right along too; she was watching movies at a friend’s house into the wee hours last night. So. She seems happy too.
Haley is in transition right now…looking for a new job, moving into a new apartment, learning about a new roommate. She and I have talked a couple of times this week, and she’s talking about coming home for Thanksgiving. It will be good to see her…if that all works out…things change pretty fast in Haley’s world.
So…there you have it. Now…off to grocery shopping…and hopefully a movie date with my husband this afternoon. Blessed Saturday.