(1)friday friday Friday!
Oh my gosh, y'all. Never sign your kids up for a class at noon. Okay probably you can because you are more organized and proactive than I am. Me? No. Disaster. In my defense, I thought it was at 9 am when I agreed to it.
Which is....further proof of how disorganized and opposite-of-proactive I am
(2)So I'm writing this into a blank email because technology hates me. Srsly, the blogger app is a giant turd. And, unrelated to blogging, I have yet to find a facebook app for Android that actually, ya know WORKS. But I can't. Why? All I want to know is why. Wait, I know why- I'm cursed.
(3)Choo choo-in' this thought train back on track....so I'm sitting on a sofa in the "library" of the repurposed elementary school that acts as the hub for our homeschoool partnership. I say "library" because there are 23 people up in herl and not a single one is reading a book. Pretty sure my baby is pooping. You ain't lived 'til you've pooped in a fake library!
Holy cow, where is this going? Noon classes equal evil. Yes. Now I remember. Because we're here from 12-2. Away from the house from 11:45-2:30...
Aw, a little boy just came up and asked if he could play with the baby. Kids with no artificial age limitations to friendship! Woo hoo!
(4)So if you have kids, you probably know what happens between those hours. Did you guess "nothing"? If so, you are incorrect! Because EATING AND NAPPING are what happen during those hours. Eating and napping: The holy grail of non-panicked children. Also, the holy grail of non-grouchy, non-rambleicious mothers.
Oh! Look! Only 25 minutes left! There are some boys trying to play a card game at a nearby table. 3 of the 4 don't know how to play and boy 1 is explaining how in the same way Dr. Doofenshmirtz tells a story. See also: the way I wrote this "blog post"
(5)Wait. Probably I'm required to say something about the awesome week our Church had, aren't I? Y'all- homeschooling. The bomb-diggity. All my kids were here to watch the white smoke rise- which everyone saw as black first until it turned white. Running! Squealing! Hearing the bells at St. Peter's! Hearing the crowd chanting! Calling other homeschooling friends to make sure they were watching!
Sweetness. Total sweetness.
(6)And anyone reading this blog has probably seen aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the happy pope memes already, so I'll just share my favorite ('cause smiling's my favorite, too):
(7)And then this. It's got no words. Just watch the body language. Look at the joking. Happy. Generous with his affection. Maybe I'm biased because my husband has this Hispanic arm-grabbing, hand shaking, physical affection thing goin' on for everyone he knows but man, I love it.
Please forgive me for this ridiculous waste of your time post!
Drink green beer tomorrow!
Learn from my scheduling mistakes!