micah and moxie




Happy Thanksgiving!

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We’re fully on board the homeschooling boat. The local preschools are either crap, really expensive or we can’t get in (despite waiting over a year). Caught between a rock and a hard place, we’re turning to ourselves. I am, after all, a trained teacher with nearly a decade of teaching experience! This should be easy, right?!

Right. No. Wrong. It’s not.

This process of figuring out ‘homeschool’ seems to me to be about finding a groove, a rhythm. It’s about the easier pieces like curriculum development fitting with the harder ones like time, forgiving myself for not being 110% perfect and present – there are very few breaks in this for me, after all. I don’t go out to a cafe with friends after a day of work, as I once did, have a cigarette, swirl the foam around my latte and talk about what the kids did that day. No. I am home. I remain at home, from a day of work at home. I wait, exhausted, till My One True Darling returns right before 9pm and pray that he’ll put the kids to bed all by himself, and that’s generally “it” so far as the unwinding, relaxing and space between my workplace and my home lies.

This process is about figuring out what to do with the kids’ very different styles: Micah with his love of structure and Moxie, who just likes to demolish it.

It’s about finding helpful websites that aren’t too crunchy and don’t depress me with their magical goodness, ones that seem helpful with easy activities to line up and integrate.

It’s about finding a tribe that we can connect with.


Did you know that these homeschooling networks are huge?! I sure didn’t. They are all over the place. It’s incredible. They have these things called “park days” in which you gather and play, socialize. You could easily belong to more than one group, but I think it might get overwhelming – picking one,  maybe two, seems to make the most sense. So, you have to go to each group – more than once, in most cases – and really meet and greet. It’s more than a mom-date: it’s a mom date, parks date plus a kid (s) date.

Sometimes I cry before I go because it’s every kind of stressful for me to find the damn parks (they are all over the Bay Area, most usually at places I’ve never been to before), to hear anything once I’m there WHILE I’m trying to connect with Moms and keep an eye on the kids. The bits about disability – Moxie’s Down syndrome and my own deafness sometimes hang out around in the air like an enormous hairy pink elephant. Sometimes I call it out and sometimes I don’t.

I like the groups that make me feel relaxed enough to bring it up off the bat – HEY! Look at that there PINK ELEPHANT! Wanna ride it with me?


Time is fluid at home. Counted more in the measure of the weight of an eyelid, in increments between naps, meals, than it is counted in  hours, minutes.

I feel like I am looking through collages of jigsaw puzzles, trying to assemble pieces that fit and will make a harmonious picture. Something that is not completely weighted with me – I will crack – something that’s not too weighted on Mikey. I feel like a beginning teacher again in many ways, and the words of an early mentor reverberate in my head – words about not worrying too much about every single minute, every single worksheet or whatever; it’s really all a cycle anyway. Learning is like a spiral shell, layering upon itself.


We swapped what would have been the chicken coop for a schoolhouse.

Painted the outside yellow, the inside with chalkboard paint

It was sure messy. And crazy-fun watching those kids with the rollers!

Moxie helped her Daddy move it

Little Man helped set up the space. It was a family affair.

Was it ever worth it.


There are still edges that beg to be painted and details like desks (that fit) to be worked out.

But it’s definitely a space that suits the kids.

It’s a start.

A good one.



First it was Little Man. He was was double dipped in fatigue, dragging himself from one place to another to sleep.

Flinging his feverish little body across the couch.

The bed. The floor.

Then it was Moxie-kins. Hot. Coughing in symphony with her brother.

Then I joined them. I hate being left out, after all.


It’s been rough, mothering two sick kids while sick myself. Oh, and hugely pregnant!  I fumble for words to describe what it’s like for those of you that don’t have kids… and I just completely fail. The best I can come up with is that it’s sort of like you just want to dig a hole and crawl in and sleep forever but INSTEAD, you have to feed, bathe and care for two coughing, whining, sickly creatures that cling like velcro when your skin doesn’t want to be touched. Let’s not forget about the cherry to Sick Sundae: that creature inside you that is pummeling you and kicking your bladder and inner organs.


If I can’t quite handle the “loving” and “gently nurturing” part of “mothering” while sick very well, at least I try and maintain my composure to not snap and crack and give my kids memories that will lead them to one more therapy session when they are older.

Despite it all, we’ve had some glimmers of sun, sparks of happy.

We played outside.

First tomatoes of the season, oh joy!

Micah started feeling better and his exuberant delight made us all smile.


I got stung by a bee on my tongue in what has to be the most freakish accident in the natural known world. The last time I got stung by a bee? Was in my armpit, while I was riding a bike.

Mikey says I better guard my butt. I think he’s right.


I finally saw my OB again. It had been forever. She’s chill with me, once she realized we’re really on the same page and I’m not lying to her about wanting to have Boo in the hospital.


I like her a lot.


We scheduled a c-section for October 31st, his actual due date. I got the coveted 7am slot – woo-hoo! If he’s not born before then naturally, we’ll slice him out.

I’m excited to meet him. I wonder what he’ll be like, look like?

And in the meantime.

There is a push to get well, be well. Stay well.



So that really just means we are sleeping a lot right now. Getting our equilibrium back. Our mojo, our moxie. I don’t have anything particularly fun or inspirational or groovy-in-any-sort-of-way thing to add to this post now. But I’d love it if you shot back with something funny you heard/saw/said this week because nothing is better than a good laugh, right?

And I hope you and yours are well and stay well.

Over and out. Have a great weekend


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