That is my current name for where we moved to. It doesn’t look much like the former wedding venue, but it does have neo-medieval touches and flourishes we’d like to intensify.
Not actually our Castle Ladyhawke.
I hope it comes out as we’d like, but it’s a multi-year, multi-stage undertaking and we’re at stage “Hey, let’s blog-name the place Castle Ladyhawke because the movie’s aesthetic is one we’d like to put into our remodeling and additions!”
T.W.O. voiced this thought aloud a few days ago when we were going over how long it would take us to be unpacked. His guess is late summer, mine is late spring. I am always optimistic in such matters.
I laughed because it’s pretty funny. Anyway I gave him the other half of my chicken salad and he was happy, although it sent him on a quest to learn all there is to learn about the caper.
We eat steak (frequently but not always on a bed of vegetables) a lot because it’s nearly impossible to mess up when you’re exhausted and the kids will sometimes eat a little of it. But if they won’t it’s easy to give them eggs with their vegetables and let them eat bread for their starch.
His break was temporary, it’s going to be sirloin tonight. Which is, technically, not steak every day this week.
One you hug the daddy
Two you kiss his face
Three you really love your dad
And four you squeeze him tight
I have the usual obstacles of a mother of young children regarding writing at length, but I also have the difficulty of deciding whether to focus on fiction or continue poking around with nonfiction blog posts.
It’s a tough one, because I can’t put up the fiction as I go, nor can I really discuss it, since I may be working under pen names beyond the current one. But I write fiction a lot faster than a blog post. In the time I’m writing this, I could have just about done 500 words of fiction. (About 10 minutes, btw.)
But on the other other hand, I’ve learned so many interesting things about modern American history and education, and some of them are helpful with the fiction. It’s a dilemma.
T.W.O. works hard to provide a roof and food for us, for our livestock and poultry, and for our household employees. He even finds the time to lift big and post gains, when not indulging in other bagatelles.
I often feel frustrated, but it’s only because I have to complete the progression from planning 36 hours per day of work to planning merely ten.
I write about problems online because I have the resources, support and love to talk about them and occasionally make it to discussing possible solutions and strategies for coping when solutions aren’t possible or feasible.
I do what women have always done when they have that privilege. And I rejoice in the fact that I get to be one of those women when my ancestors (of both Nordic and Negro sides, quiet as that’s kept) were often the women providing the means for other women to do so.
T.W.O. is always saying I should be more open and raw on muh blawg, so here goes.
The combination of number of kids, the ages they are, their physical and mental vigor and quirks, and the fact that I do stay home with them have all led to our household reaching a point where the effort involved finding the type of full time nanny/babysitter that is ok with it all is more stressful and disruptive than simply giving up things like cooking in favor of going with part-timers, private school and deli food. We had a good run, had some very kind and caring people over the years, but we’ve reached the limit of how useful it can be to us in a part of the country where being a housewife isn’t really viewed as having its own purpose.
I come from the South, and there being a housewife comes with expectations that make it reasonable to do something like have full time childcare if that’s what it takes to meet the expectations. Many do not, but people don’t really freak out if you do because it’s assumed you must have that lady there to help you meet the expectations of hospitality and visiting and decoration that come with housewiving there, especially at the higher household income brackets. Where we are now, the expectation is that the housewife is solely full time childcare. This is the reason for the 20 dollar a day SAHMs around here. They literally don’t know what else to do but watch kids, so they just keep chugging and the money is pretty much a token sum charged because people would be weirded out by them pleading to watch kids for free (although sometimes they offer, and now I understand why).
We basically didn’t have to confront this issue until recently because the people we got stayed for decent lengths of time. But recently we had to put feelers out and the hassle was just so epic compared to previous hiring go-rounds that we’re done this time around. Granted I will still have part-timers, but part-timers don’t sweat me being home precisely because they are part-time. It could be a lot worse, we’re not making the change because of inability to pay, and I still have part-time childcare from nice teenagers readily available. I just had hopes of starting “pure” homeschooling soon, but that’s just not possible. There is no homeschool community here, the private school options we’re going with are closer to the “one room school” model that we think is best for our children, and me providing more complex instruction down the road is always an option as the kids age.
We’ve all been pretty sick the last couple weeks, so I have more anxiety about the whole thing than is really warranted. The kids are very capable at very young ages and we can do this without everything falling apart. At least, that’s the hope.