So October hasn’t really been our month. Unless by “our month,” you mean, “our month to get sick over and over again.” In that case, yes, it’s definitely been our month.
I love having a houseful of kiddos, especially these days when I am poignantly aware that some of them are gonna grow up and fly away awfully soon. All of us under one roof seems like a sweet, fleeting treasure that will be gone tomorrow.
But when sickness strikes the big family – well, see ya in a month, hopefully. This time we were especially privileged to get hit by
bronchitis, then a week
later, strep. Then a week later, Becca came down with pneumonia, which she is still fighting off. Had a fridge full of antibiotics, and a big, hastily-drawn, not-Pinterest-worthy dosing chart on the fridge, and really have done very little beyond push fluids, take temperatures, watch breathing, go to the doctor, get chest x-rays, refill the humidifier…all that.
In other news, we did finally get back to school in mid-September. Planning a new school year for 6 kids on top of the huge pile of life changes we’ve tackled this year was daunting. We ended up doing a lot with Homeschool Connections for the older three; the monthly subscription is really affordable for multiple kiddos and takes a lot of the prep burden off of me, particularly for the history and religion classes, which I wanted to have a Catholic worldview but felt underprepared to put that together myself. Upper math is Teaching Textbooks as always – I LOVE Teaching Textbooks 2.0. Self-grading math, baby. Enough said.
For the littler ones, we’re taking it easy but hitting the biggies with Math-U-See, Apologia, Hooked on Phonics, workbooks, and some classes from Kolbe. Mostly stuff we already had handed down from the older ones. Of course, we took a lot of time off to be sick this month, but c’est la vie.
We’re continuing to settle in to our new home. North Carolina is definitely a whole different world than Utah; I’m slow at adapting. Things I miss about Utah:
- Family and friends left behind, of course.
- Mormons. I’m not Mormon, never have been, don’t plan on it, but I miss LDS folks and culture. I might go over and visit the ward so I can meet some Mormons. Is that weird? “Hey guys, I’m Catholic, but I lived in Utah forever and I’m not sure my life will ever be complete without ward Christmas parties. Can I come? Please??” If you too have a fondness for LDS culture, hop over to Twitter and check out #MormonMafia. Hilarious.
- Fry sauce. If you don’t know what that is, I’m so sorry.
- Enunciation. North Carolinians mumble like nobody’s business. I can’t understand anybody I talk to on the phone, here, ever. It’s kind of a problem.
Then again, there are some things I don’t miss about Utah:
- Traffic. We kind of don’t have any, here, except for that one weekend festival, when there is “CRAZY TRAFFIC” that is kind of like average, midmorning weekday traffic around Salt Lake. Other than that, there really isn’t any.
- Crazy drivers (of which I kind of am one, now. Thanks Utah). Utah drivers are pretty aggressive, and I picked that up over time. North Carolina drivers are more…sleepy. They kind of dawdle along, and then sit there for a while, as though pondering very carefully what their next move shall be. Frustrating to an overcaffeinated, overly busy city mom driver? Yeah. But better than getting mowed down. And good for practicing patience. I guess.
I started running again! I totally quit over the summer, as moving craziness took over my whole world. When I started up again, I had to start the beginning program all over, and made a lot of progress. I have had to quit again for the last month while I get over bronchitis and strep, but I’m almost ready to start up again…again.
The running was made worlds easier to fit in when I realized that I could run in the evening when I habitually take Timothy for a bedtime walk to calm down. He enjoys the running, and so do I. Previously, I’d ruled out running then – aren’t you supposed to not run right after a meal? And not too long before bed?
But the last few months, I’ve gotten sick of not getting things done because of not being able to do them “right.” If my realistic options are a) run after dinner, at the “wrong time,” or b) not run, I’m ready for option a.
Happy birthday to Jonathan and Alex! Their birthdays are only days apart, and so far they are content to share a party. Lucky me, I hope it lasts! Jonathan’s day is today, which commemorates 9 years since the elevator incident. And, a few days ago was 7 years since Alex’s birth, which still stands as the toughest birth I have done. May it ever be so.
I organized my pantry, back in those days before sickness, now buried in the mists of time. (I think it was September.)
Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep a pantry organized with 10 people in the house? You clean that thing, and 2
weeks days minutes seconds later, boom. Totally randomized, to the subatomic level. I kid you not. My husband called it the “Where’s Waldo” storage method.
For years I have meant to label the shelves, but alas. I didn’t have a label gun thingy. I had a label gun thingy in my Amazon cart for awhile, but it’s not the same.
I can’t believe it took me so long, but I finally realized that scrap paper, a Sharpie, and clear tape could do what really needed done, which was to make sure we can all find the pickles.
Not Pinterest-worthy, but it works, unlike all the elaborate projects in my head and good intentions left, unbought, in my Amazon cart.
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