Well, today isn't "typical" in that we're just getting back to our routine from being away... and being sick over the weekend... but on the other hand it is typical because something like this always happens to throw off my neat plans of how "getting back into our routine" should go. Over the years I've learned that imperfect is better than nothing, so here we go.
7:30 AM: Since I have been a little sick over the past few days, and Andy has been really sick, and most of the kids have been sick... I wake up late. The twins and Farmerboy are already up. Fortunately, Andy is feeling better and gets them set up in the family room watching Word World while I struggle out of bed and take care of Chipmunk, who tells me he is a "doggie" this morning. I make juice and get breakfast for the little boys and myself, attempt (several times) to wake up Katydid and Gareth, and get online for a few minutes while I eat.
9:45 AM: We're finally sitting down for prayers. When I got out of the shower, I was greeted with the news that one or both of the twins had gone on a rampage, which meant the family room had been destroyed. What I mean by "destroyed" is: all the toy bins were dumped out, there were blankets strewn all over the floor, and at least one of the book bins was scattered everywhere. I had the offending twin help pick up the books at least before we sat down to prayers. Otherwise, prayers wouldn't have happened until 11 AM. I had already decided that after prayers I was just going to go over what to expect today, this week, and the next 5 or 6 weeks, but the little boys treat it as if we were reading: I must find dinosaur coloring sheets, get out the markers, etc.
10:15 AM: I send Gareth and Katydid off to get dressed and do chores. We've talked about what we're doing for history until June (William the Conqueror/Battle of Hastings), the merits and demerits of various planning tools, Katydid's Literature for a Young Lady plans, and Gareth's science -- physics. The physics discussion turned out to interest everybody, as it involved cannonballs. I am pleasantly surprised to cover Newton's Laws and Galileo's famous gravity experiment in the space of about 15 minutes.
Farmerboy has been so taken in by the physics discussion that he has his "experiment kit" out before I can tell him to change his clothes so the rest of us can work on the disaster in the family room. This kit is a Sonlight Science supplies box augmented by lots of batteries, copper wire, tape, and whatever else Farmerboy felt like keeping there. He does a few battery experiments, then he thinks about taking something apart, so he and the twins get out our broken "stuff" and the screwdrivers, then the Snapcircuits... which eventually turns into about an hour of science/art work for all the boys, including Chipmunk.
The robot mobile Pip and I made from circuit boards.
11:20ish AM: By this time, Katydid and Gareth have finished their chores (Katydid took over Gareth's chicken chores because he has a sore throat) and are settled into... some kind of work... I don't know exactly what because I am still darting hither and thither to keep up with the little boys. Now that the boys are done with their work, they want to hunt flies and ants with a fly swatter but they're also demanding food, so -- snack time (various fruit, mainly). I finally get Farmerboy to change clothes, but I give up on getting the littler ones in clothes before we tackled the family room... and another big mess I just discovered in their bedroom. We all work on the mess for a good long while... some of us more willingly than others.
12:00: Good enough. I'm starved. And tired. I wrestle the boys back to the bedroom to change their clothes and brush their teeth. Yes, right before lunch. Farmerboy turns on a Redwall CD; Gareth has drifted away from his work back to his room (he was reading volume 1 of Churchill's History of the English Speaking Peoples, and then we had a discussion about what to do for spelling); Katydid is hard at work on a bird book she has just decided to write.
12:30: Finally it is lunchtime. Leftover pasta and sauce (for some of us). Chipmunk eats 3 or 4 chunks of pineapple.
1:00 PM: The twins have gone on a rampage again because I was trying to finish my lunch, and it was raining so I couldn't let them outside. This time they rope Chipmunk into turning on the water in the bathtub so they can go wading. They all suffer the consequences, which seems to be what they need in order to calm down. The boys (except Chipmunk) settle into setting up a war of Confederate army guys, Playmobil pirates and knights, and aliens? Katydid is playing with Chipmunk. I am making notes on this post.
2:00 PM: I've gotten some laundry going, lunch chores are done, and now it's time to read to the boys before naptime. Pip mysteriously crawls into bed instead of reading or wrestling with Chipmunk. I read a couple of transportation-related board books to Chipmunk, then Just a Few Words, Mr. Lincoln and part of Ghosts of the Civil War to Pop and Farmerboy, by request. Gareth and Katydid begin their math in the dining room.
3:00ish: After a short nap in the rocking chair, it's time to do Farmerboy's required work. He's listening to Redwall again and is not happy about stopping to do phonics and math. We manage about 30 minutes and just finish by the time Chipmunk comes out and wants me to hold him. Then Pip arrives and starts pestering the big kids, who are working on a One Year Adventure Novel lesson.
4:15 PM: I release the hounds. Gareth has worked through algebra, Latin, and a novel-writing lesson, and read a bit of Rosemary Sutcliff's Outcast. It is now his turn to have computer time. The little boys decide they want to watch a Star Wars movie for their screen time. (It's been raining all afternoon.) Katydid is still working on her Wildflowers, Weeds, and Garden Flowers notebook (begun today), and then decides that for her computer time, she will write a blog entry about her chickens. Chipmunk's asleep again and -- wonder of wonders -- stays asleep when I put him down.
5:00 PM: More laundry, unload the dishwasher, start dinner. Crustless cheese quiche. I use 14 eggs and we still have 5 dozen in the refrigerator.
6:30 PM: Andy is home and we sit down to eat. In addition to the quiche, there are peas, and strawberries and blueberries (thawed from frozen. The strawberries are local.) I don't have to fight with anybody to eat, which is nice. After dinner, there is a giant light saber battle and then chores. My wonderful husband does the dinner dishes for me so I can sit down and put my feet up.
10:00 PM: The little boys are finally in bed and asleep (Chipmunk finally decided to give up the fight) and so am I, after an evening of reading stacks and stacks of books to Chipmunk, discovering with Farmerboy that the French burned Schenectady in 1690, listening to Gareth read Pokemon field guides to Pop, trying to figure out how to handle copywork for myself... and worrying about Pip, as we try to determine whether or not some of his behaviors indicate that he has Tourette Syndrome, too. I try to read the Bible and pray in bed before I go to sleep, but Chipmunk has a lot of "vim and vinegar" tonight, so... I hope God understands.