It’s around 4:30 in the morning. I’ve been painting yesterday afternoon and into the past evening and now morning. The rooster may crow soon. I’m in full-blown project mode, and it feels great to see projects moving towards completion (part of my love language).
The house is so quiet. Everyone’s asleep. It’s times like these that I can do some of my best work, because I don’t have the interruptions or the responsibilities.
I just painted over our large chalkboard wall in the schoolroom. Since I’m gaining back my original dining room, I won’t be needing a dusty chalkboard. I’m moving us to the basement, and there will be lots of painting to do down there. My parents are coming for a visit next month, so I’m trying to get some big things out of the way. My mother is an amazing interior decorator by sheer instinct. We’ll be hitting the local houseware stores while she’s here for some new accessories, and, of course, Manhattan.
Today, my oldest son was complaining of boredom, so I asked him if he would like to review math. He declined and asked me if he could play X-Box. My response was no since he’d played a couple of days in a row. So, after a few minutes of moping around, he eventually went on a bike ride and then played some games such as Connect Four with his siblings. My youngest son decided to write a song and dance for the recorder that he performed for us, and then he created a board game out of paper and styrofoam. Boredom is a good thing for kids. Eventually, their creative spirit kicks in. Our society needs that from them.