Month: February 2005

creativity

I love moments in writing a story when pieces fall into place in my head. Sometimes it causes me to re-write everything because my understanding of characters and situations shifts. Sometimes loose elements fall together and I realize they’re part of the same story. Sometimes the plot falls together and I can suddenly see my way clear through the end. That moment of synergy is wonderful. It happened with Bethan’s Garden. I was half way through the story and I still didn’t know why Hanna was even in the city other than that I needed her to be so the story could happen. Then a realization unfolded in my head I knew why she was there and the whole story shifted in such a way that it was stronger.

I had another such moment this evening. I’ve had a new story brewing for weeks now. But mostly I had random elements, I didn’t have a plot, I didn’t have a character arc. Now I do and I can actually start putting words on paper. Hurray for that creative, synergistic process that goes on in the back of my brain when I’m not paying attention.

Insaniquarium deletion

Agh! Patches just deleted Howard’s user file in Insaniquarium Deluxe. Now Howard has lost-game-grumpy on top of his this-project-is-taking-too long grumpy and is buried in his office working as hard as he can to meet his obligations and feed us all. I now have insufficient-supervision guilt which causes me to have a low tolerance for chaos and to be angry with all of the children. This is especially bad since I have three extra kids overnight. I want to fix things. I want to cry. And I feel stupid for getting so upset and stressed over such a little event. But it doesn’t feel little because I Failed Howard and I can’t make it all better.

And I’m mad because I was having such a nice day and now I’m not.

Another New World Order: Update

One month ago today I declared a New World Order at the Tayler House. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/sandratayler/58783.html) I thought it would be appropriate to examine how well I’ve done at maintaining it.

1. I’ve been better about requiring kids to do their morning things and one chore, but not consistent every day.

2. I’ve been much better about not doing kids work for them. It means “Saturday Morning Work” usually takes most of the day, but at least I’m not the one doing all the work. Kiki took 6 hours to fold a basket full of laundry and moaned about it the whole time, but she did it without any help and the next time I bet it won’t take as long and there will be less moaning.

3. Kitchen helpers have been more missed than hit. I have been grabbing kids and asking for help more often, but not requiring focused effort from a single child on a particular night. I still feel like this is a good idea, but I may need to re-assign the nights because of some schedule shifts.

4. Quiet time went really well for a few days, then Patches started being resistant and everyone got sick so I gave up. I need to give it another try because I really think it was working. I may need to limit Patches involvement to 5 minutes though because he is so young. Sometimes the best answer is to be patient until kids are older.

5. We’ve played the Tayler Family Game exactly once. Between illness and Howard’s scheudle and other random events we simply haven’t made time for it. Once we’ve weathered the Gwavaman event that has Howard buried I’ll see if I can’t make it happen.

So in all, not perfect, but not too bad either. I do feel like some things are more in my control. The point of the new world order is to make family life run more smoothly over the long haul, sometimes that means ignoring it for short periods of time and then reinstating it. Time for me to refocus myself yet again and make it happen.

Yard Work!

Today was the first springish day in weeks. My crocus began blooming and the hyacinths are starting to poke flower stalks up. Yay! In the spirit of the occasion I took my shovel and commenced work on my February yard work list. Hint for anyone who was wondering: Moving a five foot tall lilac bush is NOT easy. Nor is chopping large branches out of an overgrown pear tree. My arms look and feel like I was attacked by a rabid cat.

Still to do:
dig up lawn for the vegetable bed
chop huge branches into bits
transplant strawberries
bury last year’s grass clippings in this years veggie beds
prep spots for grapes to grow
fix the lawnmower
fix the weedwacker

and that list is plenty long enough. I’m going to stop there.

Today at church . . .

Gleek’s primary teacher went out of town for the weekend and asked me to substitute. So today after a sacrament meeting wrestling Gleek and Patches into submission while Howard literally fell asleep at the end of the bench (LTUE and being sick hammered him hard), I took on The Sunbeam Class. Sunbeams is the age group 3-4 years old. In this case it was 5 little girls all adorably dressed in their sunday best. They look like innocent little angels, but when I tell you that Gleek fits right in with this group you should have an idea what I was in for.

The amusement began during sharing time when an adult began the story of Daniel in the lion’s den. Gleek loves this story. It is her favorite bible story, so when the teacher asked “Who knows why they put Daniel in the lion’s den?”, she skipped the hand raising and announced in her loudest voice “Because he prayed!” All the adults were impressed, and I was pleased that my child had shown such knowledge. But then she continued: “And then they threw him in the lions den! And the Fairy came and shut all the mouths and Daniel was safe. We don’t like lions. We should chop off their heads!” Oops. Looks like we need to clarify the difference between angels and fairies a little better.

Then the classes all split up into their separate rooms and I had to go solo with these five angelic looking little girls. They were gorgeous all with beautiful dresses and ringlets. Except for Gleek, she picked her own dress this morning and I chose not to argue. I’m lucky we managed to brush hair this morning let alone sit down for 20 minutes putting ringlets in her hair. So I guess I should say that there were 4 angels and one ragamuffin. You know that saying about books and covers? No sooner were we seated than a beautiful girl with long brown ringlets interrupted my sentence to inform me that fish live in the water and birds live in the sky. I thanked her for the information and attempted to continue my lesson, but then the angel with long blonde ringlets announced “Yeah! And Zombies live in the graveyard!” Hmm. I’m thinking daddy probably plays video games.

One lesson, one trip to the drinking fountain, one coloring project, and one potty trip later I still had 15 minutes of time left. These girls raced through each step as if there were no tomorrow. And I do mean raced, especially in the halls. 5 girls, 3 directions and I get to catch them all while wearing heels and attempting not to be irreverent in a church building. Since I had no intention of letting them all out of the room again until I could shove them into the hands of their parents, I needed to think of an activity. They seemed quite content to roll their pictures into tubes and use them for spotting pirates or having sword fights, but I thought something more group oriented would be better. So we played “Lion hunt”.

The “Lion Hunt” game is supposed to be rythmic and repetitive where you overcome obstacles to find a lion. Then you run back across all the obstacles to the safety of your own house. Not these girls. They can’t just swim the river. No. The river has to be full of crocodiles and snakes. And when we reach the “scary dark cave” none of them are scared. Instead they grab their flashlights and dash into the cave where they chop off the lion’s head and stomp on all the snakes that were there. Except for the baby snakes, they pick those up to take home because baby snakes are cute.

I can just imagine how these girls are going to answer the question: “So what did you learn at church today?” “There were pirates, and Lions and we chopped off their heads and stomped the snakes, and zombies live in graveyards!” Watch out Xena. Here come The Sunbeams.

Oh Wait! wrong Button!

After spending an extremely interrupted hour crafting my last entry, I selected all the text in order to copy/paste it into a notepad. I usually do this before hitting the “Post Entry” button because I don’t want some internet blip to eat my work. I selected all the text and then hit “paste” instead of “copy”. After a moment of stunned realization there was anguished screaming. This of course brought flocks of children trying to figure out why mommy made that noise and what does it mean for them. Is it duck and cover time? I shooed them all out of my office and called my marvelous friend Chalain who told me that Ctrl Z will undo a single paste. I was fairly certain such a command existed, but didn’t know what it was. I’m so very glad to have Chalain to call.

In extremely related news, I’ve finally downloaded a livejournal client to work from. Howard kept telling me I should, but I was lazy. The potential consequences of “lazy” having been forced into my notice, I decided to take the plunge. So here I am using a client and having backed up all my entries via an archive tool. Go me.

Educational Opportunities

As I was driving home from dropping Kiki at school I was musing on the United States educational system. Many people feel that it is failing. I don’t and I just realized why. Most people percieve that it is the duty of public schools to give kids an education. Re-read that sentence, then focus on the word “give”. Education can never be given. Education is always earned. The opportunity to educate CAN be given and IS given every day at every level of our public school system. I’m in my kids’ public school twice a week. Every time I am there I see marvelous people working as hard as they can to provide for the needs of the kids in that school. I see all kinds of extra help being offered to kids whose parents don’t seem to care. I’ve seen kids who are convinced that their poor grades are punishments handed out by a teacher who doesn’t like them rather than just rewards for lack of effort.

All over the world there are millions of parents who would literally die to get their kids into our public school system. We need to be taking advantage of our opportunities and counting our blessings not complaining because we don’t think we have been given enough.