Obligatory Day-in-the-Life Post

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We have a weird lifestyle. Home schooling is weird, there’s no point in pretending otherwise. My husband works from home. This is also weird, but a huge blessing. He has an office in the basement, and every morning at 8 he heads down there to do mysterious computer geekery. Most days, he comes up and has lunch with the babies, and is pretty much always here for dinner. 

It’s nice in a lot of ways. No commute for one thing. When the Big was first born, Jim commuted 2 hours a day and barely got to see the baby. He also works a lot, sometimes in the middle of the night. So when he gets called for some stupid computer emergency at 3am (3am! People! Go! To! Bed! No one needs to be working, much less creating emergencies, at that hour) he doesn’t have to drive to an office in the snow, he can just go downstairs. Not to mention what a 100-mile-a-day commute was doing to us when gas was $4 a gallon. 

I often wonder what the neighbors think since they don’t see us leaving at 7:30am like they do. We must appear to have No Visible Source of Income. We lived across the street from someone like that once, but he was a drug dealer. Some of my friends are horrified at the amount of togetherness we have, but it works for us. 

My kids don’t know the meaning of sleeping in and they get up at the butt-crack of dawn every single day, even if it’s Saturday. So annoying. During the week, Jim gets up with the kids, herds them downstairs and chucks food down their beaks, while I hold on to every last second of sleep I can. He’s swell that way. I stagger down the stairs at 7:59 and he heads to his office in the basement for work. 

The kids play and harass me while I try to get some caffeine into my body, and depending on how nicely they are playing, we start school around 9. We work until around noon-ish and Jim comes up and has lunch with everyone while I take a shower or run to the grocery store or the library or hide in my closet and drink gin. Afternoons are pretty relaxed, they play or watch some PBS, while I cruise the internets and mediate arguments. That’s also the time for reading aloud, watching science videos, finishing up work we didn’t get done in the morning and me occasionally (very occasionally) shoveling out the kitchen. 

After work, Jim comes upstairs and we either begin the “did you have a plan for dinner?” “no, did you?” conversation; or the “remember, I have to work tonight” “what? why didn’t you tell me sooner!” conversation.


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All right, so let’s get some of the mind-numbingly boring basics out of the way. My name is Deb and I live in Colorado. I have been married to my husband Jim for sixteen years. I have an Engineering degree and I worked in that field until I got laid off from The Best Job Ever in the wake of September 11, 2001.

Obviously with one person unemployed, the only logical thing to do was have the other person quit his job, move across the country, buy a house and start a family. We have two fantastic kids, my son Big who is 5, and my daughter Little who is 3.

I find being a mom similar to having a tiny herd of Miniature Vikings roaming freely around my house, demanding food every fifteen minutes and leaving a trail of dirt, empty juice cups, and foot demolishing Legos. But in a good way.

Not Inadequate

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Not Inadequate is a running joke in my house. After college, I got a job working as an estimator at a construction company. It was one of those I-took-the-first-job-I-was-offered jobs out of the panic that after 5 years of school I still had no marketable skills, just a big old pile of student loans. It was the most boring job I have ever had. I got stuck in a teeny office in the back corner with a ruler and a big set of drawings. After a few weeks, I asked my boss how I was doing. After a brief pause, he gave me the best answer ever, “You’re not inadequate.”

It probably goes without saying that I got sacked.

So now, of course, whenever my husband and I ask each other things like How Was Dinner or What Do You Think of These Shoes or How Was Last Night, you can guess what answer comes back.

Now What?

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The first blogs I discovered were knitting blogs. The Yarn Harlot was the first one, followed by Crazy Aunt Purl, Mason-Dixon Knitting and tons more. These women have really inspired me in my knitting. I might have never moved beyond scarves and hats if I wasn’t always reading about Certain People taking their socks-in-progress on road trips or knitting thousands of mitered squares for blankets.

I thought about writing my own knit blog. I even had an awesome name for it. I was going to call it What Would Stephanie Do. (Is that the best or what?) Eventually I decided it was a bit too stalker-y (and plus because what if I convinced my husband to move to Canada and live right next door to her and she and I became bestest friends forever… a name like WWSD might throw her hint that it wasn’t all totally natural). Then there was the fact that a knit blogger probably would have to do more than just start a bunch of projects, get bored, and then start some more. 

Then I discovered homeschooling blogs and thought maybe that was the direction I should go. I homeschool my kids and am very passionate about it. But there are probably only so many salt-dough maps a person could talk about. And even fewer a person would be interested in reading about. 

Plus there are other things I might want to talk about. Like bread making or potty training or The Real Housewives of New Jersey. So we’ll just see where it goes. Maybe I’ll get a book deal and become Independently Wealthy.  

What? You have FOURTEEN chapters about your daughter peeing on your foot?!?! THIS STUFF IS GOLD, MAN! GOLD!