A Day Late for My Favorite Martian

I apologize for the extreme lateness of My Favorite Martian Post. I felt bad missing out on the awesome coolness of other scifi lovers out there. However, I had a reason (see below).

My Favorite Alien: Chewbacca.


Why: Because he's awesome, he's loyal, he's caring, and he's the reason the Millenium Falcon flies. He's willing to put himself in an extremely tough spot (in handcuffs) to help out his friends, and a princess he doesn't even know. He plays a mean game of Dejarik. (As C3P-O says, "I suggest a new strategy, R2, let the wookie win.") Plus I love how he has his own language, and we get to translate his words through the responses of the other characters and his body language.

Plus, he's the first alien I ever really encountered in a movie theatre that I really liked. The jawas were cool and mysterious, but I wasn't sure I liked them. The Sand People were scary (I was 5-6 years old). The rest seemed to just fall under Ben's estimation of Mos Eisley, "a wretched hive of scum and villainy."

Reason for said lateness (you don't have to read all of this):
I didn't realize that the new date and our homeschool co-op open house fell on the same day. I almost threw up a post yesterday morning, then realized I wouldn't be able to visit everyone else, so I decided to wait and be a day late. (I actually thought originally that I could fit in some time yesterday afternoon . . .so silly of me)

A day of our homeschool co-op with open house following looks like this in our household:
I get up, pull together my lesson plans that I've been working on for the last week and realize I'm missing three things. I scramble around and find two of the three. My daughters are doing much of the same. My youngest daughter makes lunches for everyone. My mom comes to my house because she helps out with three classes.

Upon arriving at co-op, my daughters run out of the car with bags bouncing against their legs. My mom goes to help out with a beading class, a cooking class for younger kids, and a story time class. My oldest daughter goes to physicial science, public speaking, performing arts, and spends the lunch period singing with the worship leading class. My youngest daughter goes to beading, Latin, and classic games. I teach creative writing, and incremental writing, and in the midst of it, forget about three things again . . .I plan an e-mail for my students during my "free period" in which I also clean the three girls' bathrooms at the co-op. (It's a co-op for cooperative).

After that, I set up my open house tables with my students papers, notebooks, books, and name "signs." I realize I forgot to make signs for my tables. Oops. Hmm. I drive my mom home, rush to the store, buys supplies, come home, and have a cup of tea for 15 minutes. My in-laws arrive. My parents come over. I clean up the breakfast mess in the kitchen, prepare a snack to take to open house, and get the table ready for dinner. My husband calls and says he'll be late. My niece comes, and we discuss cover art. Then I realize that my class signs aren't done, but instead of asking my art major niece to make them for me, I struggle through a few lines of bubble letters on cardboard, and then she takes over and makes them neat. We eat dinner, and then grab everything forgotten earlier in the day and go back to co-op.

I spend a few minutes with my class signs, and straightening tables, and then I sit and feel awed by an hours worth of performances by different classes from the co-op including my youngest daughter's Latin class recitation and solo Latin recitation, my oldest daughter's worship leading public speaking, and performing arts melodrama. Then I host my tables at the open house for an hour and a half, and then I come home and fall over.

So I'm a day late, but I feel like yesterday was a day well spent. (And another lesson in the need for more lists, better organization, and more preparedness in my household)


Cover Reveal Coming Soon!

Ever have a crazy day like the one above?