AmazonMidwife

The camel is wearing a back brace chez amazonmidwife. It's the addition of soccer and O.W.L. to the mix. They seem quite straw-like; teaching the O.W.L. class is only a 1 1/2 hour commitment every Sunday and soccer consists of 2 hour long games on Saturday (that, when the stars are right, can happen at the same time) and an 1 1/2 hour practice on Thursday evenings. The issue is that I have to get up @ 7:30 AM on Sunday to get ready and awake, which precludes (or should) staying up late and watching movies with the 'Savant (our version of date night). And by the time I get us all home from practice, I'm too tired to clean OR prep for the boys' history class on Friday. So, I get up earlier Friday to get that done.

Consequently, since I consider all time before 9:00AM to be 0-dark-thirty and all time after 10:00PM to be my time, I am underslept and less-than-grounded. And my house is messier than the norm, which subliminally irritates me. So I am quite the lump of grump and surliness.

But there is light at the end of the tunnel. Both soccer and the O.W.L. class end in 3 weeks, so things should be back to normal mid-May. 'Til then, throw chocolate at me and then run away.

I'll be there, as will my partners (barring a birth of course).

I had a revelation Saturday while watching the Girl's soccer game: coaching a sport and midwifing a birthing mom use, in many ways, the same skill set. Both involve instilling self-confidence in one's body and its ability to perform the necessary tasks, looking for and praising said physical prowess, and carefully watching the athlete/mom while they are working to find ways to help them improve.

The medieval history class has two sewing projects back to back, so I've had little time to blog. Here's two of the kids dressed as Merovingian kings.

(Yes, the wigs are an important part; the Merovingians had a thing about long hair and virility, but they also had to fight, so they braided the hair in front into two braids, as we did, in case you can't tell from the picture.)

No, I haven't been recovering from a glut of reminiscence. I can't use that as an excuse for not blogging. Actually, the end of March 80's fest fell through. It seems that Scooter is all important now with his work and experience in Hep C prevention in Australia, so much so that he was asked to stay and do a presentation and some collaborative work after his conference in Memphis. He flew into Cowtown today and the kids and I took him up to Lost In Middle America to spend time with his mom and sibs. He took us to lunch (only because he worked his wiles on the server so she gave him the check.) I will be soooo sending $$ to your mom, dude. You lucked out because I was worrying about the kids making a mess at your mom's house, and I forgot to give it to her then.