We had a wonderful visit far, far away with lots and lots of family for Easter, and returned home early, early, early Monday morning. Monday (and Tuesday, and even some of Wednesday) was spent with the vacation hangovers of laundry, unpacking, and cleaning up, made even more fun by the "unpacking help" from the kids. (Which the dog didn't seem to mind, lol!)
Determined as I am to get this school year finished "on time", we only took Monday off, and tried to cram the "get-the-house-back-together" with the "let's-finish-school", and of course, ended up with a side order (or 5) of "sensory-overload-I'm-still-mad-I-had-to-sit-in-a-car-for-that-long" tantrums. When will I ever smarten up? (Don't answer that. It's rhetorical.)
We did manage to work in one science project, trying to make a hurricane tube. Didn't work. Looks kind of impressive, though, right?
Now, don't get me wrong. We have had playdates, doctors appointments, soccer practice, social skill groups galore. That's pretty ordinary for us. And as I am sitting here typing this, I realize that I should be thankful for the ordinary. We didn't have emergency room visits. We didn't have tornadoes. We didn't have a catastrophic car accident.
OK. I get it. Thank you, God, for an ordinary week.
I am linked up with Kris, at weird, unsocialized homeschoolers for weekly wrap up this week. You can find her here.