July 2: Jay is building me a new workspace for this corner!
“This doesn’t make Sense!” is Melody’s cry for help with schoolwork.
I’ve been asking her to use the phrase “I don’t understand,” but I think she’s resisting taking ownership of her problems.
After the latest one I finally snapped, “There are lots of things in this world that do not make sense. 3rd grade math is not one of them. Don’t waste your ‘Doesn’t make sense’ on this.”
Mitzi Barber: Don’t you think “this doesn’t make sense TO ME” is just as valid “I don’t understand”?
Amy Jane Helmericks: Yes! I tried to get her to add that, too. Just as much resistance.
Making progress. Clamping/gluing/screwing on the bits to make the countertop level.
July 16: Shared one of my fav YouTube Sherlock vids with a friend.
So, I stayed up way too late last night, was taking a ‘nap’ this afternoon (trans.: lying still, appreciating my children’s respecting my tiredness and watching my consciousness come and go).
M runs from the back of the house: “Natasha! The bathroom sink is overflowing!”
N runs after her and I. don’t. move.
After I get up, this is what I find in the bathroom.
Not bad. Worth staying in bed.
July 18: “Smells like Grandma Teena’s house!” Natasha said this morning
Jennifer: “Well, I read Pride and Prejudice.”
Me: “Good for you, I still haven’t.”
“Do you have the movie?”
“I have two of them.”
“Great. I want to watch the movie. I’m not sure I got the gist of Elizabeth fully from the book.”
“Ooo that’s heresy. I’m totally putting it up on Facebook.”
July 19: Finished my proof-reads on Lindorm 13.1 (the version I sent out the end of May).
Celebrated by writing next month’s “Life & Fiction” column for Wyn.
Mama’s tired, now. But content.
July 20: The room progress: floor clear/vacuumed, and individually owned stuff on the beds of their owners.
I wouldn’t let them watch the initial sorting (which I did) and have offered to finish the job with similar oversight.
They are currently moving forward, on their own. Slowly.
July 23: Got praised tonight (by someone I’d known ~5 minutes) as being very well-spoken and articulate. (I’d jumped into a debate before I knew the people, just the topic– and my fierceness could have alienated my listener, but it didn’t. And that felt a whole lot like love.)
Still feels wonderful to have my strengths noticed.
Also at that get-together, was asked to share “as much of [my] story (context of what I was fighting for) as [I] was comfortable sharing.”
Started by saying, “My parents were in leadership at basically every church they’ve ever been in, so I was one of those kids/ teenagers whose ‘fishbowl complex’ was actually grounded in reality.
“I’ve spent much of my life expecting to be seen, and often making choices within that context. It made the jump to blogging very natural…”
I laugh, now, because I’d never thought of that context before tonight, but it makes perfect sense.
July 26: Finishing up some writing tasks while my girls learn how to find letters on their keyboards (aka, write down their own stories).
Melody was w.i.g.g.i.n.g. out about formatting (where the words fall on the page) and I said, “The important part now is to build up a nest of words that we will then make tidy once all the materials are collected.”
And she said in a little voice, “okay.”
Melody: “I want my book to have a hard cover. Not be the kind you buy on facebook. How do I make sure of that?”
Me: “You start by finishing your book.”