First, wow, I didn't think that I'd been so busy as to neglect my blog for so long, but I apparently have been. I've found that the sound of typing always beckons to my husband and children that I'm not doing anything that is worthwhile in serving them, therefore they must interrupt me. My typing has the exact same effect on my family as the phone ringing. Typing, or the sound of me conversing with someone else, causes panic in the family and they all must act like hyenas, with trust issues, on stimulants.
Anyway, the title of this was sweatpants, and was not intended to be about my kids and how they like to interrupt everything I do that isn't focused on them. Which is really kind of humorous when you think about it, they hate when I truly focus on what they are doing and they tend to spend a lot of time trying to hide from me in our 1200 square foot house. Like that's going to happen. I can find you in 5 steps, even when you are curled up in a corner between the sofa and the bookcase, trying to read a comic book.
The problem with sweatpants is that the kids don't take me seriously when I wear them. I tend to schedule Thursday as our stay-at-home-day and try to keep it family oriented. That, by the way, is something that people forget to tell you when you set out to homeschool, that you need to schedule days to be home. Dang socialization. I love Thursdays, and I love that it means that we are probably not going anywhere. So I tend to break out my 1 pair of sweatpants and my stained long sleeve purple shirt and consider myself comfy and ready to work. Except, that I've found that even though I get ready for the day the same as I usually do, the sweatpants throw the kids off. Its like their little brains can't wrap around me being comfortable and capable at the same time. The thought that I might be able to make their lives miserable with Math drills and English review all while being comfortable and a little bit disheveled (ok, more disheveled than every other day of the week, I'm not a paragon of appearing put-together on a regular day) boggles their minds, so they react by ignoring everything I say until I yell at them.
This brings me to a sad point. Do I give up my comfortable sweats on Thursdays in order to maintain order? Or do I accept that Thursdays are just not going to be as productive as I want them to be?
