After a terrible, terrible, terrible yesterday... mostly because of my resentful attitude that I do not have time alone much anymore, and due to the fact that one child was on my nerves from the moment I woke up... I started making calls to the school district about getting the kids in school in 2 weeks. I was convinced that I would not be able to home school, and that I would go bonkers if I had to spend every day/all day with the children. Alone. After getting some answers from the district about their ELL program (total immersion with 1/2 hour breakout was the only option), and after cooler heads (Lee's) prevailed, I decided not to jump into anything based on my feelings this week.
Also, I set our dryer on fire yesterday. Thanks be to God I knew where the extinguisher was. I won't go into details, mainly because I am super embarrassed, it being my fault and all. Yeah, yesterday... not so hot. (Well, hot in the dryer; not for me.)
Today, I had set up a play date/get to know ya visit with friends from church. They've got 3 boys and Kristen, the mom, home schools. They live on a 9 acre farm just north of us, and they've got animals. When we got there, the children got to feed the new ram. Then they discovered the bicycles. Remember, we've been telling them next year for bikes. (This is mainly because we live in town and the rules are different... ie: stop at stop signs, wear a helmet, etc, etc... Um, also, we didn't think giving them that kind of mobility this early on, before we know their characters, or if they would obey rules, was a good idea.) Ok, so, we got some training wheels on one of the bikes and Habtamu spent about 4 hours on it. I'm not exaggerating. Yordanos spent the same amount of time on their youngest boy's tricycle. They'd walk the bikes up to the top of the incline by the garage, and ride them down to the chicken coop, which I think H used more than once as "brakes". At one point, I saw H limping up the hill with the bike, his clothes and hair all dusty. He hadn't seen me watching him, but when he noticed me he grinned and said he'd fallen. I'd just like to remind everyone that a scant 4 weeks ago, this would have been cause for him to yell bloody murder. I was so proud.
It was a pretty restful day for me, as the kids were so entranced with the bikes, it was like "Mommy? Mommy who?" And Kristen and I were able to talk, and she pretty much allayed my fears about being able to home school, and she gave me some good information about what she uses. We WAY overstayed our welcome... 9:30 to 3:00, but we got invited back next week. I told Kristen more than once that she saved my bacon today.
Again and again I am humbled by the willingness of people to help us out. I'm also awed by the doors that adoption and parenthood has opened. I'm getting to know people I wouldn't have, and it's been awesome.
The kids are still thumping around upstairs, and I'm ok with that... please, please, please sleep in tomorrow! Lee's at Karaoke with his singing buddy, Marty, and I'm going to finish this and watch a dvd and knit. I believe there are popsicles in my future. I've been without since Tuesday and maybe that's why this week stunk?
Oh, one more thing, before I forget... for some reason, this week, H&Y decided to try calling us "Mom and Dad" instead of "Mommy and Daddy". I think it's because of movies they've been watching. Anyway, it was funny to hear them try to remember. "Mommy... Mom..." We told them either way was ok with us, but they've reverted back to MommyDaddy now.