Today being a Tuesday is a much different day from Monday. In truth everyday is a different day in our world. We got a late start today. I stayed up so late last night working I overslept. I slept through the night, which for me never happens. OK it happens once a year. Twice a year if I’m lucky. Last night was a blessed night. I woke up at 7:30am and my apartment was still quiet. There was no TV playing in my living room. Something wierd is going on. Could it be? My once early riser has turned into a late sleeper from one two week vacation. Before Christmas break, my little dynamo would be up by 6:00am no later than 7:00. If she woke up at seven she slept in. Because I am an insomniac, sleeping is a big deal for me, so I always feel guilty about waking her when she is sleeping so peacefully if I don’t have too. I was so tired myself I decided to go right back to bed. I thought to myself, there are other moms who have late starts there is no reason why we can’t.
8:00am I hear, “Mom! I’m going to take a bath.” Well there you go. I was gifted an extra half hour of sleep and now she’s going to take a bath which will give me another half
hour of rest. The bathroom is right next to my room so I can hear her playing in the tub.
8:30am I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get her out of the tub and get myself wash and dressed for the day. My phone goes off with a text from Harmonie’s therapist canceling her session because she is sick. One less thing we have to do today. Our maintenance man will be knocking on our door in 30 mins. to bring us a new toilet. So I begin to hustle and hustle Harmonie along.
9:15am Harmonie is doing her Spanish and I am getting the dishes washed from the cabinet that I didn’t get to the night before from the fumigation. The maintenance man is clammering away in my bathroom. Harmonie gets herself some breakfast as I start straightening up a portion of the house. I have a new Piano student coming at 3:00pm.
9:45am I sit down with Harmonie and begin to do the bulk of school work. Math, English, Religion. All done in record time. She tried to stall a little bit but trucked right on through.
10:45am I send Harmonie off for a short recess while I check emails, Facebook and read a post on The Busy Mom blog.
11:00am Back to work and we start right on in with reading. I read a chapter to her and then tested her comprehension by asking her a few questions that were tailored for the occassion by Seton in the lessoon plans. We had a discussion about the story which was cool. It was kind of fun having an intellicual conversation with the eight year old. She can be wise in a grown up kind of way sometimes. We pushed forward and read the final three pages of our History assignment and then I let her loose to do Spelling, Handwriting and Phonics. I did some work on the laptop while she worked and found myself having to stop often to remind her to focus. Big surprise!
12:45pm I get up from the table to make her a quick to go lunch and by 1:00pm we are out the door headed to the post office. I make Harmonie take her Phonics with her because she didn’t get her assignment done before we left. The assingnmet was write a paragraph telling a funny story. Writing is not my child’s favorite thing to do. Stall tactics are in full bloom. Turns out she created her own subject. Right as we were running out the door I slipped my foot in one flip flop, which was in the kitchen and headed to the door to grab the other. I get to the door and my shoe is gone and my child is out the door. I’m searching for my shoe and repeatedly asking where is my shoe. She hears me and comes in the house giggling and climbs under the dining room table with my shoe in her hand. I thought I was going crazy because my shoes are always by the door and I just couldn’t understand how I could loose a shoe. She’s laughing like there was no tomorrow and I had to laugh with her because it was pretty funny.
We head out the door and go take care of the post office and 99 cent Store trip. We stopped to take a look at an apartment I saw that was for rent. We like to drive around looking at houses on the way home. We found two. We drove passed them and headed back to the apartment.
2:00pm We get back and I finish straightening up for my new student and make myself my first meal of the day. It appears I forgot to eat again. Harmonie heads for the bedroom with an apple and a bottle of water. I won’t see her for awhile.
315pm My new student arrives. She was a very cute shy little girl with her mom. I teach her and though I couldn’t get her to say one word to me I got her to play the piano. Progress! That makes for a great Piano lesson in my book.
4:00pm I start dinner: baked chicken in buffalo sauce and asparagus.
5:00pm We have dinner and I send Harmoine to read for thirty minutes when she is done. I head to the couch to get to work. So much to be done. I read a few blogs and make some comments with my blog address attached. I have to build my audience someway. I check emails and Facebook. I also do some submissions for Harmonie. Work, work, work.
7:00pm The countdown begins. I’m exhausted already and though I am trying to get work done I just want to go to sleep. I tell Harmonie to get herself ready for bed and brush her teeth. Bedtime in an hour.
7:30pm I find myself reminding my half naked child she needs pj’s and clean teeth and she hops to it. My friend calls me on the phone and I take a moment to talk to her.
8:00pm I am kissing my little monster and hugging her good night. She heads to bed and then I see her little face in my room about two more times before she finally goes to sleep. I tell you this kid is a pro at stalling.
8:15pm I hang up the phone with my friend and get back to work. I put a couple of ads up for selling a couple of items, read a couple more blogs and leave comments with my blog address and then start working on this blog.
1:00am Though I want to proofread the blog right now and add a few pictures for dramatic effect, truth be told I’m much to tired to continue any further. So I say good night to all and I will finish up in the morning.