another sick Mama day, another just math day

Today I had four seizures, resulting in four instances of me not being able to overcome the postictal (after a seizure, involuntary) urge to sleep. I don't remember most of the day.

The children tell me I read ten fairy tales to the Hero in one sitting, guided the Scientist through correcting the math review he worked on yesterday, introduced the Hero to the joys of mixed media collage, and made them do lots of chores. Ha! I see an astronomy kit, a xylophone, and the wooden home for bugs have been in use today. I also see that I wrote out a new list of words for the Hero: moon, star, sun, his brothers' names. His drawings are filled with his neat copywork. It amazes me, how well a little boy can write when given no instruction at all.

I remember the Daddio coming in to feed me an emergency anti-convulsant. He told me that he had dinner under control. Afterwards he hauled the boys off to the Ourtown Weeknight festivities that are held all summer long. That had to involve live music at least. The Hero brought me home a leaf, sweet boy, so I guess they were in a park, too.

Oh, and I remember a couple of flashes from the day that definitely involved math. At the beginning of an errand running trip early today before the seizures hit, I gave the Storyteller $10 I'd owed him for a while. He had $7 saved up at home. We found a couple of the funky little dolls he collects in a store's discount section. Of course he wanted them. We are the type of shoppers who have lists of things we want, and wait for them to be on clearance or discount before we buy them. The Storyteller had to figure out tax, how much change to expect back, and how much total cash he'd have once he got home and put it all together. Sadly, I remember this because I woke up from a postictal nap to the sight of the poor boy crying, shaking me, frantic with a need to wake me. He wasn't scared because he couldn't get through to his unconscious mama. That I am sometimes inside my brain, unreachable, is old news to him; he feels confident that I will always come back out to mother him another day. He was freaked out because he thought he might have been gipped a dollar at the checkout.

Now I have to figure out how to get through my seizure brain to fix a washing machine so we can have clean clothes tomorrow. When I get it done I will feel like Superwoman.

Since the Gamer is planning to pull an all nighter, I'm assigning him an hour of ALEKS to be completed before 2 a.m. Scheduling flexibility FT homeschool W! I hope. Please let this crazy schooling be sufficient to meet their needs. Please let this be okay. Please let this be okay.