The Motivation is Gone

I started this week highly motivated and I got quite a lot accomplished. Now my energy has vanished and I'm dragging. I'm not interested in anything. I just want to sleep.

I ordered 20 leyland cypress trees to plant a hedge in the bottom terrace. It was like fourty bucks for all the trees and we only need a little more than half of them. They're tiny little seedlings but supposedly they grow fast, we'll see.

Anyway the bottom terrace is the last weedy infested area on our property. I have yet to touch it or even move one load of dirt this week. I thought that since I ordered them I'd be going crazy trying to prep the planting area, but I'm not. I'm not even interested in getting out of this chair. I just want to sleep :)

Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up refreshed and energized and ready to get a ton of work done. Since there's no school tomorrow, I doubt it. Maybe I'll wake up and feel like scrubbing the showers that have been neglected for a few months, ya don't take a shower at the Schmidt house (nasty!) Maybe I'll help the kids clean their rooms and organize the toys, ya like that will happen.

Maybe I'll sleep in till noon!

Pretty Good

(Kathrynn and Ezri with arms locked trying to standup)
(Picture of Chloe and Kensie dancing up and down with thumbs touching)
Things went pretty well for the first meeting. All the activities anyway. I could stand a bit of practice with transitioning between activities. Also I forgot to do the closing ceremony so it felt kind of weird finishing up. I could never of done it with out the help from the parents that stayed. The bigger kids were also a tremendous help.

(Nic and Hailey dancing)

This activity was pretty successfull. A friendship building activity partnering up the kids to do an imaginary activity together. Like dancing with thumbs touching. Or pretending to walk on a log without falling off.

(Kathrynn and her snack, Ants on a Log)

This one didn't go over as well as I hoped. One of my Camp Fire memories from my youth was making this snack. I tried to share it but at least half the kids were picky and didn't want, gasp, peanut butter on celery.

We also did a trail on feelings and the kids made little hamburger shaped books about feelings. And played feelings charades.

The next meeting will cover two trails... My Family and Me and A Family Trip. Guess I better get started planning now. Things I'll probably do different: Separate LittleStars and StarFlights more, have a defined finish, snack is separate from the craft area.

Camp Fire, My House, Tonight

Tonights the big night. The first Camp Fire meeting. Granted to say I'm a little nervous to how it's going to kick off. But being that my audience is a bunch of kids 8 and younger I'm not too worried. I have some fun songs and games planned and a few activities to get the Camp Fire trails going. They do little units called trails to earn patches to sew on their vests.

So after I'm done making at least the downstairs look like we don't live here I get to take Chloê to gymnastics at 5 and be home in time to start the meeting by 6:30. I've printed out my coloring stuff and set out the supplies so I don't have to worry about any of that...we're doing peanut butter celery snacks (Ants on a Log) so I have to clean and cut the celery. But other than that it's just organized play.

It'll be fun!

And the House Smells of Pumpkin Pie

Kenny had a speech to do tonight for his class. A "how to" speech. He was of course thinking "how to build a computer" or something along that line. But was worried about loosing his audience.

He makes home made pumpkin pie every year. By home made, I mean from a pumpkin not from a can. I think thats a pretty nifty "how to" to share with the class. So I suggested it and voila the whole house now smells of nutmeg and ginger and cinnamon. MMM, wonderfull pumpkin pie!

He was going through the check out line at the store with a pumpkin and some evaporated milk and brown sugar and the checker said in jest, "Are you making a pumpkin pie?" She was shocked when Kenny said yes. Both her and the bagger agreed that he was more skilled than they were in the kitchen. Their idea of making pumpkin pie involved a can of Libby's. :)

The Theme of the Weekend: Being Late

Saturday morning started off great with the sudden realization that we were supposed to be at the Bethlehem Lutheran Fall Frolic Marathon/Mid Columbia Duck Race for a Gymnastics Exhibition.

"Do we have enough time to get there?"
"Where is your exhibition leotard?"
"Do I have rubberbands for her hair?"

My goodness what a commotion. We woke up at 10:10 we were supposed to be in Columbia Park at 10 and the show started at 10:30. I even told a teary eyed Chloê that we weren't going to make it. But after we got everything together Chloê and I jumped in the car to give it a try. We made it. Got there with a few minutes to spare even... then the thing was running late and the kids were freezing in their leotards waiting for the show to start.

The kids and I spent the rest of the day in the sun with Evan and Kids, launching rockets. It was great fun! Little did I realize that the sun and no breakfast/no lunch and no beverages on top of my cold was absoutly killing me. I was not well that evening it took a lot of water and rest to get back to being able to function.

The next morning, today, I woke up fine. Mowed the lawn. Raked the big truck ruts up even. Scooped poo. Then I was resting with the kids, they still weren't dressed, when I got a call from Analiese. "Are you comming to the party?" Oh crap! We forgot about Max's birthday party. So we quickly threw the kids in some clothes and I dropped them off at the party (almost an hour late) and went to go get a birthday present. I hate being late :(