Jan 16, 2012

My head is full of a million little thoughts. Full. To the brim. I want to write or talk or cry or laugh or DO SOMETHING to get them out of my head and into my heart, but I can’t even form a coherent thought about any of them, so my writing about them isn’t going to make a lick of sense today. Prepare yourself for random thoughts with Tracy.

I just found out one of my friends is at the hospital to see whether she is miscarrying. Oh, the pain in my heart. I learned something about myself this morning. I would rather miscarry than have this friend lose hers. I can hardly even focus on the tasks of the day because I am so worried about her and hurting for this baby that might not come.

I am making collaborative class books for my Zing! class and, of course, I want them to be cute, so I am covering composition notebooks up with paper…and now fabric as well. Crafts and I do not get along and so this is proving far more difficult than it needs to be. Yes, I have watched several YouTube movies on how to cover books. Yes, I have read umpteen tutorials all with different ideas and suggestions on how THIS idea is THE way to make this process be the fastest AND easiest AND cutest way out there. It doesn’t matter. I still can’t do it. My dining room looks like a bomb has gone off; I have piles of fabric, paper, Cricut stuff, spray adhesive, glue sticks, ribbon, paper cutter, scraps, markers, paint, and who knows what else all ready for me to do something cute with them, but instead I just keep ruining my composition books. Good thing they were only 8 cents.

My word-epiphany-bookmarks I am making for Zing! aren’t going that well either. Hopefully the copy shop will be able to solve all my problems on that front today.

On the good side, Fisher and I had a great learning session this morning. He cheerfully worked on his sounds and writing and math and narration with me, we read our new FIAR book and he giggled all the way through it, and I remembered for the gazillionth time how much I love teaching my children at home.

My heart is also breaking for another friend. Breaking right in half. I wish I could fill her up with truth and love and acceptance and peace. But I can’t. I can only pray that she will turn to her Savior and allow Him to fill her.

I am mildly addicted to Pinterest.

Keziah and I are starting a new read today: George Washington’s World. She is taking a Heroes of the Revolution class at iFamily this semester and we thought this would be a fun read-aloud for us for the next little while. We start this afternoon…as soon as we get our book back from Miss Liz.

I am craving jicama and peppers.

We listened to MLK’s “I Have A Dream” speech this morning and I tried to paint a picture for them of what life is like in a segregated world. I don’t think they can really picture it.

I think I need a nap. No, I know I need one.

Sadie has gas. Bad gas.

My dad’s birthday was on Friday. I still haven’t called him. I need to remember to do that when Blythe gets home from play practice.

I am loving Momastery. Just click on over and read about Glennon and her path to motherhood. Her words connect with me. I laugh so hard at her life and then I find myself crying. All in the space of thirty seconds.

I am also craving ice cream. I think I am always craving ice cream.

I started reading one of my favorite parenting books again. Liberated Parents, Liberated Children is full of effective strategies to help children solve their problems, learn emotionally health ways of interacting, and help parents stay sane AND calm. I love it. I want to teach a class on it and spread the goodness ’round the world.

I need to work on my blasted composition books. Is there anyway I can succeed at this? Probably not, but as I told my mom yesterday when she lovingly tried to explain to me that this project was not worth my time, “Maybe not, but I am goin’ to die trying.” And just so you know, I really might. The fumes from the spray adhesive are hurting my head and my fingers have been completely glued together more than once in the past 48 hours. Yes, I am that crazy.

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  1. Anne

    Oh my goodness. I’m sorry about the two you are worrying about. Do you have an update on your blasted covers and bookmarks? Are you calling them epiphany bookmarks? Just type the word epiphany on them and they can fill in lots of other words around the sides and back of the word epiphany.

    • tracy

      Kat is on her way here to help. Surely she can save the day!

      No luck on the epiphany bookmarks. It is my project for later this day.

      Just finished learning time with Fisher…two great days in a row! I think he did about 20 pages of math today…giggling all the way.

      • tracy

        Kat sewed up seven notebook covers, Jessica just made bookmarks and labels for me – YEAH for friends to the rescue! Now it is 10:06 and I am making my master list of things to take tomorrow for everyone’s classes and then heading to bed!

  2. Anne

    Holy iFamily, Batman!

  3. Oh, how I adore your random Tracy-thoughts! Thank you for sharing them today! :-D


    • tracy

      Ahhh, thanks Rachel! That post was a total brain dump. I think we all need one of those sometimes!