And if three more people “like” our page, we can get a nice compact custom Facebook URL….
It snowed. Again. This is the third time in recent weeks that I *thought* the piles of snow were dissipating, spring would be on it’s way soon, snow days would be a thiong of the past. Yes, you know you have had it with winter when you’ve had it with snow days. The first ones are a much needed respite from the normal routine. After a while, all they are is a diversion of responsibilities that cannot be put off. Children, education, chores only work well with routines and too many breaks in the routine just set you back to the beginning. (Wow, I can’t believe I’m saying this.)
It’s nearly impossible to home school the little ones when they are so excited their big brother is home; and when he’s home, the last thing on his mind is school work.
Last week I started taking classes to become a CNA. My husband juggled a lot around to work third shift so I can take the classes during the day, and the home schooling will not be interrupted.I was so burnt out. I was stressed. I woke up every morning at 4 dreading the everyday battle telling the boys to get out their school books and punishing them everyday when they refused. All day, every day. The kids and my husband combo seems to have breathed new life into homeschooling. I come home from class to hear “we did biology, handwriting, math…”
For a brief moment, gone are my daily fears of my eleven-year old spending his life on my sofa eating Hot Pockets and playing video games.
I am enjoying the class as well. My original plan (and still is) was to use this as a stepping stone to becoming an RN. Once I had employment at my local hospital and get into the education reimbursement program. Full time hospital employees who go to nursing school have their education costs covered as long as they promise to work for that establishment. Actually, I’m in a similar CNA program now. My schooling is covered if I work in one of the eight area hospitals or long-term-care homes in the area.
What I did not expect was how excited I would be to become a CNA. Everyday I learn more about the need for compassionate care for the elderly (and the lack of). I can make a small difference in the world.
The cons? My husband’s hours are cut drastically while I’m doing this. If we can hang in there, it will all be so much better later, but in the mean time, I am praying for God to give us a helping hand. I know He will because each day I get another small sign this is what I should be doing.
Lesson One of the Luciferian Lectures for Lent (in which Fr Longenecker writes in the Screwtape format): It is not often that a demon of my class and accomplishment condescends to teach worms, so bask in my presence while you can, miserable squirmers. HT: The Anchoress
Leila of Like Mother, Like Daughter recaps the kitchen portion of her Reasonably Clean House series.
Science: “Wandering Mind Negatively Correlated to Happiness.”
Church: “Wayyyyy ahead of you.”
St Francis de Sales: Four Steps to Putting Yourself in the Presence of God (Conversion Diary)
Msgr Pope of the Archdiocese of Washington: Understanding the Stages of Spiritual Starvation in the West
Karaoke King James (HT: First Things)
Once I thought four years was a long time. We’ve kept this blog on the air (more or less) for eight years now and it seems like nothing. When did this happen?
Pansy’s little Septimus is two years old now, and Hambet hits double digits in a couple of weeks. Again: Where is the time going?
Is there any doggy problem that can’t be solved with a Kong? Frozen banana is my new go-to Kong stuffing.
Simcha Fisher is made of awesome.
More Simcha Fisher awesomeness: ‘In case you are not familiar with the Double X Blog, it’s from the liberal but contrarian Slate magazine, and has the montrsously inaccurate tagline, “What women really think.” This is kind of like a bag of salt having the tagline, “What slugs really want.” ‘
Plug: Kathy’s newish devotional blog Praying the Way
Catholic Phoenix reports (with video) on the Holy Father saying Mass in the Ordinary Form ad orientem, using an extended Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood metaphor. Which is all well and good, until….
Does a priest facing the Lord instead of you make you feel kind of hurt on the inside? Does it make you sad or mad? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if it aggravates Lady Elaine Fairchilde as well, who I always thought was the type who would be really steamed about the Vatican “visitation” of American nuns too.
Father Friday: Fairchilde, I have decided that the congregation must not be barricaded off from me.
So I shall have this altar rail removed and taken to the dumpster.Lady Elaine: That’s what you think, Toots! Boomerang, Toomerang, Soomerang! (whisks altar rail to safety in the Museum-Go-Round.)
++++Sister Orbis Rotunda: Lady Elaine, would you like to help me and the other Sisters advocate for new paradigms of caring justice?Lady Elaine: I thought you cared for old people in the nursing home.Sister: Oh, no, we have advanced beyond that.Lady Elaine: So who’s caring for the old people?Sister: We are being prophetic.Lady Elaine: Whatever, Toots. You go be prophetic. Me? I’m going to go visit the old people.+++Father Tuesday: I’d like to say Mass the way the Holy Father says it, but I can’t find the old candlesticks the parish used to have.Lady Elaine: Ah-ha! Friday thought they were gone for good, but… BOOMERANG, TOOMERANG, SOOMERANG! (six brass candlesticks appear)