The kids are packed back off to college for another semester... My nest isn't exactly empty, but the people who live with me are only here part time to go to school, and are self sufficient... and I got really, really bored... and started noticing all the stuff that needed fixing around the house...
So I decided that it is time for me to work.
Not like I had been doing, writing articles and such, but if that still paid well, I gather I would still be doing it... (Thanks google... it's been years since I've turned a profit doing the blogging/ web writing gig).
So anyway, I have signed up for a real-estate class and expect to be licensed by spring.
Wish me luck.
I will continue to write about homeschooling and education, whenever the inspiration hits, and am working on finishing my e-books before I get too busy...
Happy New Year!
The new year has arrived rather quietly for me.
All the activity in my house has died down as my extended family that stayed with me since summer got their own place just before Christmas. I am happy, and I hope they are too.
The kids are home, but not too active... they are still recovering from all of the activity of last semester. They are trudging along through college, the younger one a bit more effortlessly than the older, which tells me that as I relaxed into homeschooling, the kids benefitted more. I.E. I was less stringent with the 2nd child than the first, and she used that extra freedom to her advantage...
or.. it could just have nothing at all to do with me.... it could just be a product of their personalities or gender... who knows.
As we head into another semester for my kids, I pray the younger one won't get too confident so that she slacks off, and the older will relax into the process of higher education, so that he might enjoy it, and intern find the value in higher education, that far too many black men don't get to experience.
Me... I'm declaring that I am going to work on my body again... but as I have already been doing this for at least months, I know I am truly serious about it.
I am going to continue working on myself so I can find my niche, motivation, and direction or the coming years. I still want to stay connected to education and homeschooling, but it becomes more and more apparent that this is an avocation, not a vocation. There is no money in it.
All the activity in my house has died down as my extended family that stayed with me since summer got their own place just before Christmas. I am happy, and I hope they are too.
The kids are home, but not too active... they are still recovering from all of the activity of last semester. They are trudging along through college, the younger one a bit more effortlessly than the older, which tells me that as I relaxed into homeschooling, the kids benefitted more. I.E. I was less stringent with the 2nd child than the first, and she used that extra freedom to her advantage...
or.. it could just have nothing at all to do with me.... it could just be a product of their personalities or gender... who knows.
As we head into another semester for my kids, I pray the younger one won't get too confident so that she slacks off, and the older will relax into the process of higher education, so that he might enjoy it, and intern find the value in higher education, that far too many black men don't get to experience.
Me... I'm declaring that I am going to work on my body again... but as I have already been doing this for at least months, I know I am truly serious about it.
I am going to continue working on myself so I can find my niche, motivation, and direction or the coming years. I still want to stay connected to education and homeschooling, but it becomes more and more apparent that this is an avocation, not a vocation. There is no money in it.
Merry Christmas, Share Something Today
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| View from my foyer... yes, we have 2 trees. |
I got over the way I found out about Santa... though it was cruel. There was not enough money to go around, so everyone but the youngest two got a rude awakening... sure I was a little old to be believing, but I had a child's heart. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was getting waken up at 3am every year to open gifts for one hour, and then it was over. Christmas was something we waited for all month or even much of the year, and it was over in 1 hour while still in a sleepy stupor.
Can you say anti-climactic?
So long before my first sibling died when I was 19... long before my mother passed away on my daughter's first Christmas morning, I was over it.
Once I was over the magic of St. Nick, however, I did discover midnight Mass Christmas services. I can't tell you how much I love it- Celebrating the birth of Christ. Interestingly enough, after moving South from New York to New Orleans, and eventually settling in Georgia, Midnight Mass Christmas celebration has become hard to find. (And aren't we in the bible belt?) So once again, I slept through midnight on Christmas Eve when I would have much rather been lighting candle's with strangers.
I did happen to make the best of today though. (I am not saying this to brag, but to let you know how good it felt.) Through the magic of Facebook, I was able to pass on a chest freezer I wasn't using, to a family having a refrigeration emergency... they were so happy, and I was glad to help. Those few minutes of sharing something I no longer needed, meant so much more to me than anything under the tree.
So with that said, have a Merry CHRISTmas, Happy Holy-days, and share something today- you won't regret it.
God Bless!
So glad my kids are all grown up - I can't deal with the elf
I have a relative- very glamorous young lady, with two adorable kids, and not too shabby hubby either. Beautiful family. I am constantly in awe of her and her parenting prowess. Even when the kids are driving her nuts, she holds it together and comes out looking like a supermom-fairy. I am fascinated by the little joys she is finding with her small children, posting genuinely funny and insightful things they say and such. And then there's the elf. Their elf has a distinctive name, given by their oldest very clever child (no it's not just bias... he's amazing), and they manage to keep up the ruse quite effectively. I am impressed. Impressed and so glad my kids are all grown up. The last thing I want to do is hide the elf. Next to her, I would look like a rank amateur.
I was so glad when I woke up this morning to the following post entitled Dear Perfect Elf on the Shelf people, an open letter. I thought, "Oh Thank God", I'm not the only parent who just has better things to do than to figure out what to do with a creepy elf that is watching me every day.
Just to put it in proper perspective. I didn't do Santa Clause either. I didn't make a big deal about telling my kids there was no such person. I just didn't ask get all giddy about it. I let other people have their illusions, but I just didn't participate. And when they asked, I gave them the best explanation I could find. I read to them stories like this and this. My daughter's take-away was ... so there was a St. Nick (Santa) and he lived long ago, and we give gifts at christmas because he gave selflessly to demonstrate Christ's love... or so I thought.
My daughter promptly went to school the next day and announced to her Kindergarten class that Santa was dead. "My mother said our parents are giving us gifts because someone named St. Nick started the tradition." The end. The teacher promptly replied, you are a liar and so is your mother. (The beginning of the end of public school for us.)
Could you imagine me playing along with the elf story? Me neither. Day 1, he might be clinging to a sticky candy cane. Day 2 he might be in the dog bowl... he'd probably lose a limb to the dog. Day 3, he might be packing a suitcase and heading toward the door. Day 4, there might be a good-bye letter.
My kids probably won't let me near their kids at Christmas time.
I was so glad when I woke up this morning to the following post entitled Dear Perfect Elf on the Shelf people, an open letter. I thought, "Oh Thank God", I'm not the only parent who just has better things to do than to figure out what to do with a creepy elf that is watching me every day.
Just to put it in proper perspective. I didn't do Santa Clause either. I didn't make a big deal about telling my kids there was no such person. I just didn't ask get all giddy about it. I let other people have their illusions, but I just didn't participate. And when they asked, I gave them the best explanation I could find. I read to them stories like this and this. My daughter's take-away was ... so there was a St. Nick (Santa) and he lived long ago, and we give gifts at christmas because he gave selflessly to demonstrate Christ's love... or so I thought.
My daughter promptly went to school the next day and announced to her Kindergarten class that Santa was dead. "My mother said our parents are giving us gifts because someone named St. Nick started the tradition." The end. The teacher promptly replied, you are a liar and so is your mother. (The beginning of the end of public school for us.)
Could you imagine me playing along with the elf story? Me neither. Day 1, he might be clinging to a sticky candy cane. Day 2 he might be in the dog bowl... he'd probably lose a limb to the dog. Day 3, he might be packing a suitcase and heading toward the door. Day 4, there might be a good-bye letter.
My kids probably won't let me near their kids at Christmas time.
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12 grade year of homeschooling, Finishing Strong
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