Friday Brain Dump

Do you ever have a week when everything seems - as Gunnar used to say - upsidewards?  Yah.  Insufficient sleep (see previous posts) may have something to do with it.

1.  We normally do most of our schooling in four days a week, leaving Fridays for catching up, PTO days, or whatever we want.  Not this week.  Gramma Grasshopper is out of town for the weekend so the boys had their PTO day on Wednesday.  Which felt like Friday.  But wasn't.

2.  Today is Friday.  But not for us.  Oh no.  Today is Thursday for us.  Two thirds of the boys were so thoroughly rotten yesterday morning that I canceled school to reward them with a full day of manual labor.  The good news is they got almost all the pea gravel out of the ex-play area (potential future garden).  The bad news is, they'll be making up their missed school day on Saturday.  Awesome.

3.  In other news, I sincerely hope that Mr. Grasshopper is going to be on board with this, but I'm declaring a Lego Moratorium, here at the Grasshopper house.  They're great toys.  Wonderful.  And we have more than plenty.  Enough already.

4.  There's something else I'd like to declare a moratorium on, and that's people saying, "God showed up!"  Now, I'm not thinking of anyone in particular, so don't get your undies in a bunch.  But stop and think for a minute, for goodness sake.  Words mean something.  Words matter.  Theology matters.  And what are you saying, anyway?  God just happened to come by for a visit?  The omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent God was somehow busy or distracted somewhere else, and on a whim, did a drop-in to impress you?  Unless you're Forrest Gump, give it a rest.

5.  I rose to new heights in the boys' estimation recently.  We were playing one of their new Christmas games.  Asked, "What is the strangest thing that could happen this evening?" I flippantly suggested that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir might appear on our front lawn singing, "Every single little bean, should be heard as well as seen."  And there was much rolling on the floor and laughing.

6.  The games.  Oh good grief.  The boys were given two games for Christmas (not by me).  Kudos to the relatives who noticed the boys really like games.  Woo-hoo.  However, the categories and questions in these games are 99% pop culture, and are inane to the point of being ridiculous.  The boys don't know or care who Justin Bieber is, don't ever watch - much less have favorite - reality shows, and will only blush furiously if they draw a card that says "Sex In The City."  The games themselves may be salvageable, but I'd have to make all new cards, and I'm just not that into it right now.

7.  Because, you know, I'm really busy cruising quilting blogs, avoiding cleaning that last bathroom, and settling disputes about Legos.  Not to mention cruelly forcing the boys to do basic household chores, deliberating over next year's homeschool materials, and putting the finishing touches on the Perfect Schedule that will carry us into smooth-running, pleasant and efficient weeks of homeschooling, chores, exercise, and nutritious meals.  Because it's good to have goals.

You're welcome.