This morning the boys are up at 6 AM and out in the dining room, building with Legos.
I am convinced that they keep waking up earlier and earlier because they have ESP. Whenever I think, I will wake up at x time, then, if they're going to get up at y, they pick up on this somehow and adjust their wake-up time to x-5 minutes.
It isn't really a good morning. It is blustery and cold. About noon, sleet spits against the windows, just like yesterday. Long fingers of slate-colored cloud scrabble across the sky. The twins are tired from getting up too early. I am tired from not having any early morning time (at all) to myself (for a long time). I have breakfast with Andy before he goes to work. Andy has yet another headache. We eat our eggs and both hope that it will not turn into a migraine.
The twins and Chipmunk are fairly calm as we say prayers and read this morning, which is a blessing. We go through our catechism together again, then Farmerboy disappears back into the dining room to work on his Legos some more. I read to the big kids from The Catholic Church: The First 2000 Years. The small inaccuracies in this book have started to bug me. The format is wonderful, but... I may be in search of a better church history soon. After I read the section on Constantine, we switch to Our Island Story and have a discussion about how fictionalized history shows bias. (The portrayal of Edward the Confessor, a saint, had to be dealt with, and then of course there is the usual portrayal of William the Conqueror.) After I send Gareth and Katydid off to do morning chores, we discover that Pip has been silently dismantling the rack in the laundry room that holds the brooms and mops.
The twins and Chipmunk continue their whirling way through the morning, playing divers and bionicles...
...asking for bird guides and fishing books...
fiddling with my camera so I have to spend a good fifteen or twenty minutes on fixing it, doing a lot of punching and wrestling, stamping and coloring...
and in general, wearing me out. For some reason through all this I allow Katydid to help build Legos with Farmerboy, but Gareth sits on the couch and finishes reading Beowulf (I guess he was inspired by Seamus Haney on DVD last night).
Somewhere in all that I manage to write out a list of history projects for Gareth to choose from to finish up our year:
(He just needs to choose one.)
Since the table is a wreck, I allow the kids to eat pizza in the family room and watch an episode of SciFi Science. I sit at the wrecked table and eat leftover quiche and peas and try to collect my thoughts on our mornings and how to handle them.
The little boys spill their drinks, turn off the TV so everyone yells at them, are banished to their room, and escape to turn on the bathtub (again). (Some of our bathroom doors do not actually close all the way.)
Time for a nap.
Since they're now playing some sort of "predator fish are attacking and we must fight them off" game, I pull out some fish books from our ocean bin, and they settle down remarkably well to listen to me read 3 Let's Read and Find Out science titles. Then it's off to bed... after jumping on the beds, rolling around on the floor, and throwing a fit about not having any books to look at. Finally, however, they are all asleep (thanks be to God!) and I emerge from the bedroom to find that the Legos have been put together, Katydid is working on her Wildflowers notebook, Gareth is doing algebra, and Farmerboy is in the hallway playing with his new Lego creation. I drag Farmerboy into the family room to do handwriting while I have a snack. I sit down to make some notes on these entries because I think he is also drawing a complicated picture to illustrate his handwriting, but no, he is just going very slowly because it is the exciting part of Redwall.
I am a pushover, and I let him listen to the exciting part. Even though this means we are going to be doing phonics and math at 4 PM. Again.
After we finish up with schoolwork, it's time for laundry (the clean stuff is piling up and I need to fold it) and dinner. Our weekend threw off our normal routine, so I don't have any meals planned for this week. I make chili, which is a no-brainer, and we eat late (around 7) because Andy did our grocery shopping after work.
After dinner, I do the dishes, the kids pick up and sweep, Andy packs a suitcase for a business trip, then we peruse the books the UPS man brought this afternoon:
... and Pip and Pop write birthday cards to Chipmunk, whose birthday is not until August.
And we go to bed at 10 again.