No, it’s not my new blog title.  But wouldn’t that be a fun blog to read.  Have to search for that one.

I made it through the first week of school and so did Goose with an E in conduct.  Here’s hoping we have more E’s this year than last year.

I will go on the record first week in saying I like our teacher.  There, I said it.  There is written proof.  Even though I (of course) have some questions/complaints, I like her and how fast she responds.  While last year’s teacher could never figure out how to use email, this teacher wrote me an email before the week ended.  I really hope this year works out for us.  I’m tired of waiting for things to get better or more challenging or for the good teachers.

The Baby Hulk started school last week.  Not to be left out, No David started as well.  He calls school his work, which I don’t really like, but he doesn’t have any negative thoughts on work yet so I guess that’s okay.  His school consists of listening to stories, puzzles, sorting, coloring, letters and playing.  And mostly, it’s fine that he’s around while I’m working with the BH.  I love what I’m doing with BH, I just need to decide on math for him.  I want to take a living math approach rather than get another curriculum this year, but I have yet to order books from the library.  Next week, I hope.

We haven’t even completed two weeks of school, and we’ve managed to catch a stomach virus.  It sucks.  Really bad.  I am going old school Catholic offering up everything so Baby Z doesn’t catch this crap.

A couple of weeks ago, I complained that Fantasy Football interfered with family life.  Lance is in four leagues, two of which had auctions scheduled for this week.  Right at dinner time.  I also lost Lance to an auction Saturday, wasn’t his team, he was just drafting for a friend.

I like fantasy football, the thought of staying in the same league year after year, is so cool to me.  Lance’s league has been together since 1997.  People have moved, but they fly back for the auction.  Lance and I don’t do guys night out/girls night out, so this is a good thing.  But really, seeing that most of these guys have become fathers now, let’s just move that starting time up to 8.  That way the kids are either in bed or on their way to bed as dad leaves.  Lance laughed at this thought.

So Tuesday was Lance’s big auction.  No David had already puked the entire night before, and I started about two hours before he left for his auction.  Squirt started two hours after he left.  He got the kids dinner and into bed.  (Although none of them stayed in bed.)  I just had to feed the baby and listen to her cry nonstop because I couldn’t hold her and he couldn’t take her to a bar.  I guess we made the best of a crappy situation, there was nothing he could do, BUT he better win in this league.

My new homeschool area is up.  It’s not completely finished, but for now it’s done.  While the picture shows a lots of space available, I have more items, including books to put in there.  Each child including Baby Z has their own cubby.  Baby Hulk already knows where to find his work each day.  Yesterday while I was sick, he did his copywork, a quote from St. Augustine, because he knew where to find his stuff.  Have I mentioned I love being organized?  Also happy that I am able to keep my kitchen table and three chairs without the area being too crowded.  Now to maintain the table so that it doesn’t look like a craft table because we will be painting at this table.

The Baby Hulk wants to get sick so he can watch television all day.  Even if he does catch this, he is out of luck.  The amount of television Goose watched has definitely made an impact on his brain.  And not in a good way.

Just finished a Whataburger.  Am now wondering if I should have waited another day.

Baby Hulk has been sleeping for over an hour.  A nap or the precursor to this virus?