tuesdays.

My typical Tuesday during the school year was nice. Get up, get ready for the day, leave for Washington State History class at 9:45am to get to the teacher's home by 10am. Class until noon. Come home and eat lunch. Hurry through math lesson. Finish up assignments for High School Biology and High School English classes the next day. Eat supper. Do chores. Watch Glenn Beck with Dad. Go to bed.

My typical Tuesday now is much calmer. All that's required of me is to get up and get ready for the day, complete my math, make meals, do my chores, watch my brothers (oh yeah, I haven't mentioned them yet).

I have two brothers. Their names are Christian and Joseph. Joseph is 11 years old, and in a rebellious, violent, and rude, child. Christian is 13, and tries to behave himself for the most part. They both make it quite difficult to watch them at times. See, in a day, I have to break up fights that cause bloody noses and scratches if left unheeded, confiscate Airsoft rifles which are being shot at each other and into walls, and nag about completing chores, putting away leftovers, and doing their assigned dishes duty.

Basically, I act like their mom while Mom is at work.

Any other questions?
Being a mom is a lot harder than it seems. See, my duties also typically include taking care of our Angora Fuzzy Lop rabbit, whose name is Peter. If I don't watch him, he will eat through cords, go into bedrooms, hide under beds, and leave rabbit turds around the house. When he does this, it is also my responsibility to clean up the mess. In addition, if he wants water, you must hand water him while he's inside. This is also my job.
Finally, if my brothers neglect to finish their assigned chores during the day, or if the assigned chores did not clean the house to a point of spotlessness, I have to finish everything left. Is it hard? Yes. Do I like it? Not always. In fact, there are days when I question why I want kids myself someday. When it comes down to the end of the day though, I realize that I love my brothers, regardless of what they might do to me. I realize that this is just extra practice from God, preparing me for the life of a homeschool mom.
I realize that he didn't just give me the stress of fulfilling motherly-type duties to deal with on my own. In His perfect timing, He introduced a man to me who will be my husband. This young man brightens up my day, and when the boys are at their worst, he comforts me. Even though we're never together in person, he's kept me sane and pulled me through so many hard days. How many guys do you know that would let you cry to them on the phone for half an hour, and just be there for you. Remind you of their love over and over? God has blessed me. (:-Lizzie out.
P.S. Pictures of our rabbit and of my brothers will come soon. :)
edit;; Check out the "Pets" tab for a picture of Peter, and the "Snapshots" tab for a picture of each of my brothers.