My Monday

Today was another beautiful day in the lovely state of Nevada. I think we hit 100 again today, I could do fine with 90 but I'm not complaining. :) I even sat out front while Tyler played and got a little color.

Got the boys off to school this morning and then Ty got here and last night I decided it is time to get rid of some thunder. So starting today Tyler and I resumed our morning walk. Now we have been on break since last September, but well anyways the main thing is that I resumed, right? lol I was up to 4 miles a day last year but I decided to take it slow and work my way up, especially since it was probably already pushing 85 at 9am this morning. So I got my ice, and Ty had his iced drink and we were off.
So when we got home I got some laundry going. A never ending job at this house for sure. Travis Gram has a washing morning ever Monday morning and maybe one other morning during the week if needed, and laundry is not to be done in the middle of the day or ever on a weekend. Oh, I long for that day. Unfortunately, in my house the laundry is never done and to keep it semi-controlled I have to do at least a couple loads every day, if I don't, oh boy! And I do try to forget about laundry on the weekend but then I see it piling and sometimes I just have to do a load on a Saturday. Now I do draw the line on Sunday washing. Nope! Sunday, the only thing I do is go to church, eat, rest and go back to church, eat again and go to bed. HAHAH

Well so then the boys make it home and it is time for homework. Boy am I spoiled or have I just forgotten...I am not sure. But I really like 2nd and 3rd grade! LOL 1st grade and me just seem to require alot of patience. But actually now I am starting to remember, I liked 1st grade 3 years ago because Travis was home and he went to 1st grade with Dallas, he is such a great dad. This time around I have to go to 1st grade. Yep it's all coming back now. I do remember, we didn't do homework till dad got home. So that makes me feel better. Its just a 1st grade thing and this too shall pass.

The meaning of all this, is, I have a small amount of patience. I would have never made a good teacher for sure. Whew! Dallas still breezes through his homework like its nothing. I pray God it will stay that way his entire life. But he had to think in 1st grade I remember, so there is hope for Coda. :) He is doing good in school but I often despair over his thoughts of school. School is where you get to ride your bike to, go to make new friends, have recess, eat lunch with a bunch of kids and everything else is boring boring boring. Thank God for 2 very different kids, I couldn't bear it if at least one of them didn't like learning.

The definition of school for Dallas is all the above but also the place where you learn about math and thinking it the coolest thing to do multiplication and division is even cooler (ugh, I promise I never voice my math thoughts though), loving learning to write in cursive, adoring science (must be a boy thing, I hated science) and all the other things they do in school its just a great adventure every day and can't wait for the next day.

Well I suppose really though Travis and I are reaping what we sowed. Travis with Dallas and Me with poor Coda. Well maybe he will like 2nd grade when things start coming easier to him.
Next topic is our trapped fly. He has decided to make our home his home also. He is extremely large and fast and sneaky. The boys are very annoyed by him and he occasionally gets on my nerves. They are constantly trying to trap him, in the bathroom, in the shower, in a bedroom. He flits throughout the house making his annoying sounds but none of us can catch or kill him. We don't see many flies around here and in fact I think this is the first I have had in my house. I did see him lying on a wall today but had nothing close at hand to kill him with and didn't really want to splatter him on my wall and then he was off to another place anyways.

I of course did some reading today, as I do every day.
And 1 more thing before I close this very lengthy writing. My mom killed poor Oscar. I took him over to her house back in June for her to fish-sit. I was kind of tired of the whole fish pet thing anyways so I conveniently left him there after returning. And she was enjoying having him I could tell. Josh and Ana each have thier own and so it was great for them all so they could compare thier personal fish. Well she forgot or neglected to feed him a couple days then thought she would make up for it and he was so starving he gorged himself and well the poor guy just couldn't handle the gas I suppose and he exploded, quite literally so I am told. Very gross. So that was the end of poor Oscar. :((

See Sonia you should have adopted him when I told you and perhaps he would still be alive today. :))