St. Andrew’s Home School

Has anybody else gotten theirs yet? Ooooh, it’s so purty, too. All green and lover-ly. I almost don’t want to take the shrink wrap off. NOT! I ripped that plastic off so fast it could make your eyes hurt. I don’t know what that means, I just had to type something. My heart, it swoons.

This morning, after a long, long night with the toddler who refuses to sleep, the toddler who refuses to sleep alone, in his own bed, the bed that is in my room, the toddler who rolls and flops and kicks in his sleep, the toddler who finally falls deeply asleep in the morning hours in which I need to rise, the toddler who wakes me so sweetly with a kiss on my cheek and grins real big and says, “Hi” when I open my eyes to that sweet kiss, the toddler who makes all the night writhing and sleep deprivation disappear with that sweet smile on his face. ¹

After this long night, I stumbled to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of ambition ² to discover I was OUT OF COFFEE. This is awfully akin to sin. Seriously, it’s a law. didn’t you know? Thou shalt never run out of coffee. But we did. I failed. The failure - it burneth like a bridge over troubled water. ^{3 4}

My sweet, sweet hubby offers to go get me a cup of coffee this morning. I deny myself my heart’s content (for the moment anyway, the heart’s content part, that is) and say no. Thinking how much I would love my boost of ambition, but not wanting him to go out so early on his day off, I admit that I’d survive (even though I don’t think I can). He fixes our daily morning dose of boiled eggs and I say to him thank you and does that offer still stand? You know, the one about the cup of coffee. Because, seriously, I just tried to pour water on my sweet child’s bowl of cereal. This was not an act of being out of milk, mind you. This was sheer unadulterated lack of solar power to the brain. I was seriously lacking in the Boost Juice department today. He very lovingly said yes, the offer still stood and retreated to putteth on his shoes for his beloved wife (who is walking into walls).

Side note: Have you seen WALL-E? We have. I want to five a review of it later, but there is this one scene where WALL-E, who runs off solar power, has run short of his Boost Juice because it has been so cloudy from a dust storm that he his having trouble functioning properly. He climbs to the roof of his abode and opens his solar panels to absorb the rays. Because of the recent dust storm he must stand there an extra long time. Before he got to his roof, when he awoke that morning, he was knocking stuff around, he couldn’t walk straight, he could open anything, he couldn’t do much at all. My children commented about how funny it was that he was like me before my morning coffee. Sad? Yes. True? Yes.

What was my point? Oh, yeah. As my hubby walked out the door to fetch me my day’s ambition he exclaimed (OK, fine) he said, “Ooo, a box at the front door.” I jumped up so fast because I knew what it must be. I was so excited my hands were shaking (actually that was the anticipation for my forthcoming coffee) but needless to say, I was excited. I grabbed the box, sending him flying ignoring the fact that my hubby was going to get my coffee fix for me and started ripping open the box immediately.

Cue the music. Cue the lights.

Tapestry of Grace Year 3, Redesigned

Isn’t she a beauty? And she’s all mine. Mine. MINE. MINE! Mwahahaha! I get to hold her. Smell her. Run my fingers over her . . .
WAIT!! STOP!!!
This isn’t a romance novel, this is history. History curriculum! But the love affair is so very real. I ran to the kitchen dancing around with it (oh, yes I did), taunting my children as they ate their breakfast. ⁵

I know what I am going to be doing today. I have an excuse to ignore the laundry and the children and the yard . . . Oh, shoot. I guess I can’t really do that either. But I am going to spend some quality time with my TOG RY3U1. ⁶

Neener, neener, neener. I have mine. Do you have yours?