The list of things I wanted to blog about is getting too long, so I’m going to do one of those “quick takes” posts.
1. The answer to the cliffhanger question in my last post is….(imaginary drumroll)…Anglican. (Who guessed it?) At this point, I seem to identify most as an Anglican. I love the Anglican liturgy; the language is so beautiful. While I don’t know a whole lot about the church year (since in my tradition we were more likely to observe Mother’s Day and the 4th of July than any saints’ days), I think it’s a really lovely and meaningful way to order time and I would like to experience it more fully. Another point that interests me is their openness to the work of the Holy Spirit. The new(ish) organization, the Anglican Mission in America, identifies its core beliefs with the words Scripture, Sacred and Spirit. Jack Deere is speaking at their Winter Conference. (I sure wish I could go!) The church we visited a number of times in Florida is part of the AM. When we move next time, maybe we’ll be near an Anglican church. If not, we might just stay with the PCA. I don’t see us going back to a contemporary, non-liturgical, non-traditional format.
2. Last weekend we went to Atlanta. The girls and I attended Homeschool Day at Stone Mountain and had a blast. Then we hung out with my sisters – BOTH of them! – for the rest of the weekend. Robyn blogged about it so capably that I’m going to send you there to read about our adventures. For those who can’t get enough of us, also go read Kate’s post. And really, you should just subscribe to Kate’s blog while you’re there, because she’s awesome. So was our weekend in Atlanta.
3. I’m dieting again. I’m at my biggest in life, non-pregnant. It’s only maybe 8 pounds more than I weighed when I got married (almost 10 years ago), but it still needs to go. Eight pounds is easier to get rid of than 18 or 28, right? That makes logical sense but it sure doesn’t feel like it’s true. Losing weight is killer hard for me. I followed Atkins last spring for a couple of months and was really pleased with it. I lost a few pounds and felt great. Then came Easter. I thought, “A few bites of candy won’t hurt, I’m doing so well.” And then I started double fisting those darned malted eggs and it all went kaplooey. This time around, I’ve simplified things: no sugar and no bread or bread-y things (like pizza). And lots of vegetables.
4. Along with the dieting, I’m trying to get my workouts back on track. We used to go to the gym in the mornings. The Y childcare allows homeschooled kids to go in the preschool room, since the school-age room is obviously not open until after school hours. I thought it was easier to get my workout in early in the day, well before the whole dinner/bath/bed thing. But it was also difficult to get our school day back on track after we got home from the gym. (And lunch. Which the kids always wanted to eat OUT…because we were already out and oh-so-hungry…) So over the summer, I quit going in the morning. I told myself I would make time in the evenings. Guess what? I didn’t. So in addition to eating sugar, bread and pizza, I was working out maybe once a week. Hello, belly fat. So we’re back to morning workouts. I just have to push harder to get school work done in the afternoons. Wayne was right when he reminded me that the kids have to refocus in the afternoons at regular school, too.
5. The last month has felt insanely busy. I feel like we’re running constantly, something to do every day. The girls both take violin. Abby is playing soccer, but that’s only for 6 weeks. Emma takes jazz, but that’s only 1 hour a week. We attend co-op on Tuesday afternoons. And that’s it. It doesn’t sound like much, but I kept wondering why we were so busy, why we never seemed to be home, just doing home things. I love being home, doing home things! A few days ago it hit me: We are in a new stage of life. The preschool days are over. I survived them. I survived the sleepless nights and the constant hands-on care. But that’s over; we’re in the school stage now. This is how it’s going to be for the next 10 years or so. My girls don’t need me to feed them, bathe them, clothe them or take care of the potty stuff. But I do teach them (honestly a full-time job in itself), and make sure they are memorizing their verses and catechism, and practice violin with them, and check their co-op homework, and take them to their activities… I’m discovering a new normal. I think it’ll take awhile to get used to. Good thing I’m working out again!