Sometimes I Don't Know When To Stop Doing Laundry

Sometimes I just don't know when to stop doing laundry. Do any of you have that problem? I do all the laundry and then, when the last load is finishing up and I am getting ready to fold, I get the news: someone just had an "incident" with a mud puddle. Or I glance into the hamper and see that it is already half full.

What to do? Oh, what to do.

Since I am in the laundry groove, should I just do another load? Or should I let it sit in the hamper awaiting another laundry day? Sometimes I get all worked up about it and I have to tell myself: STOP! STOP DOING LAUNDRY.

And then I do. For approximately 12 hours.

Sometimes I don't know what to do with my kids. Roman's pajamas look disgusting. Do I break his little heart by throwing them out and forcing him to wear the clothes in his closet? Do I let him keep wearing the dirty little things? Do I throw them out and go buy him nicer pjs?

Now that Berean is rolling the first thing she does at night is rolls over to her tummy and falls asleep. Red alert! Baby sleeping on tummy is a bad, bad thing. Now all my kids did this. As soon as they could roll they slept on their stomachs and there was nothing I could do about it. But it still makes my rule following nature shudder.

Our 10th anniversary was last week, and I still haven't gotten my blog post down on paper. Do I even bother now? What about finishing my kid updates from last month? And my vacation pictures from last summer? And thank you notes? Is there a statute of limitation on those?

sigh

note to self: don't do the 30 day shred workout 2 when you have eaten too much popcorn.

I have always scoffed at people who think that their kid is so intelligent or so mature that they must go to a class that they do not qualify for. This was especially annoying to me since I grew up in the homeschool community. "Oh, this is my son (they would say), we must not pigeonhole him by giving him a grade level. I guess we can just plug him into whatever activity we want to, whenever we want to."

Whatever, dude, your kid is just not that smart.

But mine is.

Of course I am kidding.

But here is my dilemma. Roman is going to be 5 in September. He will not be in Kindergarten this fall at church but we probably will do "Kindergarten" Homeschool with him. Mostly because we need to keep that boy busy. Oh, by the way, my sister told me that he knows his right from his left. And my mother-in-law mentioned he gave himself a haircut, which I hadn't even noticed. The haircut didn't bother me. The fact that both my mother (who never mentioned it to me) and mother-in-law saw the devious deed when I hadn't even noticed didbother me a little. In my defense, though, I think I was sleeping. Maybe that is not a good defense.

Basically Lincoln and Roman together without Deacon (who is a little bit of a tattle tale, even if he is telling on himself) is a scary, scary situation. So we need to keep him busy.

And he is starting to read. I have known that he is, but I have been holding him off so that he doesn't pass up Deacon. But I think I am going to quit doing that because Deacon has no interest in practicing, and Roman does.

Anyway, I was going to sign him up for this preschool homeschool class thing but it is for 3-5 year olds. Roman in a class with a bunch of three year olds could be very bad. Roman with a little fear is manageable, Roman with a little confidence is well...kind of like trying to keep a ping pong ball under water. And Roman with a little confidence and a posse of 3 year olds? Well, I fear for the teacher.

But there is this other class which is for children at "the Kindergarten Level". Notice it doesn't say "Kindergartners" but instead children "at the Kindergarten Level". Do I do it? Am I really willing to be that parent that says, "Here is my boy with a sparkle in his eye. He is so smart he is ready to join your class even though he is barely 5". And then what do I do when I get the call 2 weeks in saying, "he may be smart, but you need to send him to preschool boot camp to learn a little more about sitting still and following directions."

Oh, what to do.

Lincoln used a 4 word sentence today. "I want a drink". It was so cool I almost cried.

I better wrap this up so I can cross it off my list.

Have a great Wednesday!