I got up this morning, wandered through the house, and thought to myself “How is it that it all gets THIS messy in just one day of me not tidying?” Nick said that I do more than I think I do or than maybe he thinks I do around the house. No, the house is never totally clean, but is anyones? I mean, other than those live-alone (or just couples) neat freaks? I really don’t think so.
We spent the morning yesterday playing outside before heading over to the DSP for a play date with Greg’s friend B. DSP has changed themselves up with a lobby over in the front corner near the street while their real lobby is under construction. They have opened up this room in the middle that I always though was a classroom so that we can all easily move between the rooms and I was so interested in that room. At one end is a stage, a real stage with doors going out the sides for entries and such. It had a nifty ceiling and places for projectors and lights. They’d moved some of their displays in there, things that used to be in the hallway and out here, where you can see them, the kids were delighted with them. In the hallway, where they were, you kind of just rushed past them on your way somewhere else. There wasn’t enough light or room to back up and look at them (plus if you were trying to look at them, you were in the way of other people rushing through the hallway).
So anyway, we had a play date. Greg & his friend B. played for a little while before B. had his screaming fit. He screamed through three play areas before B’s mom dragged him out to the car for a time out. I don’t think I’d have lasted that long with a kid screaming and pulling on me. Greg put on a play for me in the theatre area (not the place with the stage, but the little house in the other room) about a mechanic with a dinosaur hat that didn’t fit. It was pretty funny, especially since he was wearing a painter’s smock with cowgirls riding horses on it. B’s mom and B. finally came back in once he’d calmed down. By then Greg and I were in the play car, driving to the “saladbee” place. We still don’t know what that word was supposed to be. Greg’s response: “The place! Where they have the saladbees!” No idea. We played in the ambulance for a while after that and then let the kids roam on their own in the big play area together while we talked about Bible studies and different views on various verses. After that we had some lunch; or rather, the boys had some lunch while B’s mom tried to get B. not to wipe his hands on his clothes and I tried to get Greg to eat some carrots (we both failed in our attempts, sadly). Then the kids played in the toddler area, jumping in and out of that little room until it was time to go.
Greg and I came home and I attempted to eat lunch, but the tomato soup we had was fancy and weird flavored, so Nick ate it. We watched most of an episode of Hawaii 50 before he had to go back to work. By then I was feeling pretty puny, so I sent Greg off to watch a video while I laid down on the couch to rest. Eventually I took my temperature because I was freezing cold and the thermostat told me that the house was hot and it turned out that I had a fever. I think it must have just been the arthritis related fever because I am feeling lots less achy and no fever this morning. I bundled up in a blanket while Greg played outside before we went to get the big kids.
We picked them up, brought them home, and started them practicing their piano music and theory before moving on to David’s piano lesson. Well, it was supposed to be David’s lesson, but the piano teacher had a mostly verbal lesson to give both kids, so she did a bit of David’s lesson, then called both kids over to tell them the story of how the piano came to be. David will have a bit of a lesson this afternoon, as will Ben. I liked how the piano teacher incorporated the Bible into her lesson, telling the kids that in Genesis 4:20, they tell of Jubal and his brother Jabal and how one of them was a master of string and organ. That really got the kids interested. 🙂 I need to find them a map of Italy today so that they can see where the language of music comes from. I’m sure there must be one somewhere on the internet that shows where all the major composers came from.
*ok, so this isn’t really 750 words. It’s not always. A lot of times it’s more than that, but I am trying for 750 words of something every day, just to keep up the habit of writing, if not always the fiction writing. Some mornings, like this morning, my brain is a little too scrambled for fiction. Those mornings are lucky for the blog because then I’ll ramble about daily life instead. Woo hoo for scrambled brains!