Are We Done Yet?

    Aha! I remembered what I loved about Summer last year.  I’m writing this down because I don’t like transitions, even when the next thing is a good thing.  I loved doing errends in the morning without having to jump around nap time!  Usually we do school (at least mom involved 2 handed school ) in the morning. 
    This morning, we went to CVS, our bank, and Staples in a big triangle.  Hopefully we saved gas.  I managed to bring the checks to cash, M’s allowance, couponds, and list of what to buy.  This feels satisfying.  Things I can cross off my to do list.  I’m one of those folks who adds things to the list in order to cross them off if I forgot to list them initially.  I just don’t want to miss out on celebrating the accomplishment after doing something!
    B just has the math book to finish.  I wanted him to go through the multiplication and division parts in a book that explained the pen and paper algorythem.  Miquon does much more with mental arithmetic, not so much pen and paper things.  B is quite good at mental stuff, some times I ask him for an estimate when we are shopping, because he is faster at it than I am ;-)  So we are nearly up to the end of Multiplication and Division.  Now, will I stick to my guns and "do school" until the whole book is done, or will we save fractions, graphing and angles for next year?  I’m feeling really, really lazy.  I want to go to the library, I want to clean house, (I want to clean house?) yeah, I really do. I want to get the portfolio done, I want to play with the science kits that are gathering dust on the top of the refridgerator, I want to PLAY!
    This week was hard for me.  I think it’s partly that my Dad died this week 9 years ago.  I was so stressed out on Saturday, and it didn’t make sense.  Everything really was humming along (accept our car, which was in the shop again).  Even the repair bill was not enough for me to be in PMS mode (when I’m nursing and there is no M to PMS about)  I got grouchy just trying to figure out why I was grouchy and blue.  It didn’t really help that we’d set Saturday up as "make the budget day" or that I was trying to finish sewing my linen nursing dress so I didn’t melt on Sunday or that my neighbor’s graduation party was that night and we had a deadline to meet to attend it.
    Sunday morning I realized that I was mourning Dad.  How did I know what week it was without knowing what week it was?  My brain is weird. 
    My DH asked if I could be aneamic too, and I realized I’ve been cooking veggitarian, and forgetting to take my multivitamine.  So he ran out and bought me a hamburger at 11PM last night, and served it with orange juice so the vitamin C would help me absorbe the iron better! 
    What a Guy.  I am so blessed.