Blaine is still working. The girls are working more hours than ever. I’m working less. Airport is closed, planes can only be flown by approved students in solo flights… so there’s not much bookkeeping to do.
Charlotte and Pierce have finished all subjects but math. The older four kids are more restricted to the co-op schedule. Co-op is cancelled, likely for the rest of the school year, but teaching continues via internet. They’ll finish mid May.
I’m done. Over everything. Tired of the dirty looks from people who think shopping for ten looks like stockpiling. Tired off limits on purchases that make grocery shopping have to be more frequent when it’s wise to go less often. Tired of pregnancy. Tired of limiting foods I can eat and poking my finger. Tired of the mess that comes with redoing a room. Tired of tired.
Turns out though, my less patient self hit on just what Elliot needed. We’ve been working on teaching her to read for a year now and I finally snapped and told her she has to focus and not ask questions that have nothing to do with the subject and I remind her quite firmly when she gets distracted. And just like that she’s reading a hundred times better and faster and both of us are less frustrated. Who’d have thought?!
We’ve taken some lovely walks though. I pay for it later physically, but the weather has been nice and getting out helps. I’m good with staying home. Blank calendar space is my favorite. But being forced irks me. Missouri has a stay at home order and has enforced it, for whatever that might hold up in court no one knows, but it looms as a threat anyway. I need a few things for kids for summer clothes, have a few things I need yet for baby, and all consignment and thrift stores are closed. It’s all just eerie and strange. Not my ideal time to be pregnant and due soon. But, God. I’ll rest in His Sovereignty and be thankful for it. Because I clearly don’t have a clue.
Easter was odd but restful today. The kids cooked. It didn’t spike my blood sugars very bad, and I got a nap. Church was via online streaming. It’s so very different and harder to get kids to sit and listen quietly. They forget and start talking often. Blaine has to go to the church and help with the service.
I, along with the rest of the country, will be incredibly thankful when things return to some semblance of normal.