Sunday, June 7, 2009

Working on the Weekends

I taught a program on Saturday and Sunday at the nature center. Both kids came with me on Sat (taught about shells) and I took J. with me on Sun (taught about homemade paper).  We got a lot of housework done too, including yard work, plastering and painting the new edition, and the biannual cleaning of the bathtub.

Introspection is like a science experiment- the act of observing changes the outcome.  After blogging about how we don't always connect as a family, even when spending quality time together, today we spent quality time together and I took the time not to multitask and really connect. I guess I always take constructive criticism personally and can't stand to be content with something that I know isn't as good as it could be. I have a similar issue in yoga when we're supposed to just observe our breathing and I instantly correct it before I can observe my natural breathing. In this case, it was a good thing. We had a really nice weekend.

Best moment: all of us playing tag and making everyone laugh
Worst moment: about 4 hours of nauseating pain from sinus pressure (where husband took the kids and did dinner so that I could nap)

Thought of the day: Do I want the girls to share a bedroom because I think it's what's best for them, or because the other available room is substantially smaller and I don't want one kid to be shafted? Since I know sharing a room is going to be hard for J., would it be worse to boot her across the house to the smaller room? Is it wrong to give the second born the tiny room?

3 comments:

  1. heck no, just remember what Lisa always reminds me of. "No matter what you do, your children will think you deprived them of something, so just do what you think/know is right"

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  2. Yeah, I had the biggest room growing up, but I always thought my brother's room was better because you could climb out his window and get on the roof, and mine was just a straight shot down to the driveway.

    Anyway, you can always move them around later.

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  3. maybe I should rock, paper, scissor it. I wish I had kids like I've heard about who sleep through each other's nighttime crying.

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