There’s a lot of homeschooling blogs out there. The Screenwriter’s Wife is not one of them. While I might be homeschooling my daughter at the moment, I don’t really label myself as a “home school mom” either. I don’t know how long I’ll home school her or if I’ll also do so with the boys. I’m just doing what fits for right now. And right now, what fits is something I call “lazy homeschooling”.
I dabbled in homeschooling last year for TK (Transitional Kindergarten, a program here in CA for kids who turn 5 from Sept-Nov.), and will be doing it a bit more formally this coming year for the “official” Kindergarten year. I’m mostly using 1st grade materials though. One of my favorite things about homeschooling (so far at least) is that I can teach my daughter using whatever materials I think are best for her to learn. Since my daughter’s on the cusp of the “official grade level cutoff” anyway, I like being free from this arbitrary constraint.
Something was different – and much more difficult – with this labor & birth than with my first two. I struggled to put my finger on it at first, but in the end, I realized that my labor turned out to be one huge summation of my feelings on the entire pregnancy. Because, see, unlike with my previous two births, I didn’t feel strong and womanly being pregnant this time around. This time I felt weak and anxious and awkward and just wanted the whole thing done with.
And apparently all that carried over into what became my most trying labor experience of all.
Today is Baby #3’s due date. Thankfully, he’s here already and arrived 6 days ago. I’ve been trying to piece together his birth story because I really, really want to blog about it. Writing out my birth stories after each birth has been really therapeutic for me. Not that I’ve had traumatic births. I haven;t. But just because labor/birth in and out of itself is such a transformative process. Like for real. This new person come out of you. It’s crazy.
I’ve written about birth before.
Anyway. I really am trying to get the birth story together. But until then, this Rambling Ronni post will have to suffice.
Ok, ok, as of the time of this writing, Family Member #5 has not yet officially joined us. But it could be any day now, and we’ve already made the space for them, so I’m gonna show you how we’re planning to fit three kids in a small room.
KIDS’ BEDROOM SIZE:
Total Sq. Footage: 99 sq. feet*
*I did not measure the closet
P.s. My kids insisted in being in their room (and in some of these pictures) as I was trying to take them. Because they’re kids. And it’s their room. So I let them, hey, if anything, they add a sense of realism to the pictures, right? 🙂
The sun is shining right now. It got into the 80s yesterday. It’s in the 80s again today. I’m wearing a sundress.
This is how Southern California is supposed to be. Not rainy and gloomy and windy and cold like it has been the past couple months.
As you may know, I’m currently pregnant with my third child. And oddly, I find myself questioning my motive for this pregnancy much more than I did with either of my first two children. I’ve been stumbling into articles about “why have kids?” or about the anti-natalism or childfree movements – and it seems there’s a lot of belief out there that parenthood, and especially motherhood, not only holds one back from a more ‘significant’ and ‘productive’ potential, but also leaves a person in denial of their regret over the loss of that once-childfree-potential. Instead, parenthood is consumed by the mind-numbing-ness of dirty diapers, tantruming toddlers, never-ending carpools, bratty preteens, and rebellious teenagers…when you know, they could actually be doing something meaningful with their lives otherwise. Many use this as a reason to remain childfree, a choice that they believe will allow them to lead better, happier, more fulfilling lives than if they had chosen to reproduce.
So I’m pregnant and having a third kid. I’ve already got a daughter and son. Why in the world would I want another kid? Here’s my journey to how I got here.
I’m the oldest of 6 kids. I grew up in a community where most families had at least 2 children, and families of 4 or more were fairly common. I always assumed I’d have my own kids one day because, well, it’s all I really knew. However, though I liked the idea of my kids having lots of siblings like I did, I also knew how much work kids were and I didn’t want to do the work of raising a bunch of kids myself, lol, so I figured my own family one day would be a bit smaller.
Fast forward many years to KP and I seriously dating.
If you know me, you probably think I’m one of the last people ever to enjoy Las Vegas. I mean, I like eating and drinking and hanging out by the pool and all that – but I’m not really a huge fan of crowds and loud music and the party scene. However, for some reason, I really like Las Vegas. In small doses of course.
Having kids has changed the way we’re able to do Vegas, but that hasn’t stopped us from making the 4-5 hour trip out there from L.A. I went once when pregnant with my daughter, once when she was a baby, once when my son was a baby, and now we just went again this week with both kids AND with being pregnant.
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