I've recently read a couple books about large families, in the hopes that maybe they would give me a bit of a clue on how to be a better mother, a calmer mother, a more patient mother, a better organized mother, a mother who does not want to scream "Just go to BLOODY SLEEP ALREADY!" at 9 pm at night and wish fervently for a large White Russian.
The second one, Large Family Logistics, was even more depressing: of course this woman, like Michelle, homeschools her nine, and drops little phrases like "lest you want to ship them off on the SCHOOL BUS" - as if this were akin to launching a kid off to a Pakistani terrorist camp. Why is it assumed that if you have a lot of kids, you of course home school? Isn't it more likely that the more kids you have, the more likely it is you will NEED to ship them off just to think, just to sift through the rubble? I greatly admire homeschooling; I wish I had the stomach for it, but I don't think I could do it. And while I understand the sentiment that one wants to protect one's children from the potential dangers of the secular world, in the end I do want my children to live in the world, and give them the tools to discern right from wrong when they're out there. Because despite its dangers, the world is a whacky, wonderful place, full of people and stuff from which you shouldn't necessarily sequester yourself.
Ugh! And this woman! "Ask your husband when you wake up what you can do for him today" is one of her pieces of advice. AAARGH. Now I love PVT, but when the alarm goes off in the morning, and I have to drag my arse out of bed for the breakfastathon, I am not too concerned right then about my husband, who after all is able to dress and feed himself before he goes off to work. And "A wife should seek to make her husband's goals, not her own, the focus of her labors." Sheesh. I'm no hairy feminist, but if PVT had goals that were divergent from my own, we would probably have an issue.
I guess I'll have to write that book.
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