Back to work

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It was so hard to get back to the business of learning after being on vacation for a week then taking 2 extra days off to get my act together. (I’m still not sure my act is together).

We had a few incidents from the younger crew. They tend to forget what they are supposed to do if they are allowed to roam free for too long. Which is exactly why we don’t take extended breaks. That and I like to be able to take off more when things are not so crowded with the summer folks (no offense if you are part of the summer folk).

I was just thinking the other day, what if school went year round, or what if everyone homeschooled and everyone was self-employed. There would be no rush hour, no long lines in the summer, no back to school rush in Walmart. Or, maybe there would be. Maybe other self-imposed rush hours would occur. It’s hard to imagine a life any other way than organized around work and school. Though, I know this is a relatively new concept in the history of the world.

I suppose, if we were to go back in time, we could organize our life around grand balls, plagues and persecuting other religions.

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We started Financial Peace University at our church and had our first meeting Sunday afternoon. I have some thoughts on that I hope to put together and share tomorrow.

I tried to get back to our loose schedule of school, quiet reading, chores, play time, etc today, and I realized once again, how much more difficult it is to keep a tidy house when you are teaching your children at home. House cleaning is just hard to fit in. I turn around and suddenly it’s 5 o’clock, time to make supper, and I wonder where the day went.

A few weeks ago, I was somewhere, I forget, and I was talking to someone who I reminded that I homeschool and she commented on how exhausting that must be. And, then pointed out how tired I looked, especially my eyes. I fully expected commentary on my age and weight to come next, just to make sure she covered all the bases.

Well, I was tired, but it probably had more to do with me staying up entirely too late watching all the season finales than me working too hard teaching my kids. That, and the fact that I only have about 3 eyelashes to my name and I had forgotten to wear mascara that day, which makes a difference even on three eyelashes.

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I’m doing something different with the older girls right now.They are reading Little House on the Prairie. They each have a book and I am giving them quizzes each day on the chapters, dictation from each chapter and vocabulary. We are also managing to work in some geography and history. I’m enjoying it and it’s a nice change. They are happy because they are off the hook for English for a few months.

If you homeschool year round, do you change things up for the summer?

A little art

I’ve neglected art lately. That happens. It sneaks up on me and suddenly I want to do art with the kids. When I saw Meg’s post the other day, I knew this was something easy we could do. I love easy. I’m all about the easy.

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Not only was it easy, it was outside. Easy cleanup, double goodness.

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Georgia O’Keeffe was the inspiration for this project and I was sad I hadn’t prepared in advance and gotten library books about her. Maybe next time. We walked around the yard zooming in with our eyes on the flowers.

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While we were out there a gigantic horsefly zoomed around, scaring the life out of Emeline who hates flying bugs. I swear this one was huge, possibly it was a small bird.

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I killed it though. No one was harmed, except the abnormally large horsefly.

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I forget how much I enjoy art. We should really do it more often.

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It feels like Monday

My girls started early this morning with the sister fights. By this evening they could have had their own Real Housewives of New York show. I’m trying to be the neutral, noncommittal camera man. Not that I’m filming any of it. This is not something I want to watch again in the future. I’m just trying to stay out of it, no matter how many times they come to me trying to gain my sympathy.

“Would you pray that Clementine is nicer to me tomorrow,” was the bedtime plea that started it all up again because Clementine overheard that comment and was not pleased to be prayed for.

It’s hard to be a sister. I remember. My sister and I had monumental fights over simple things like unloading the dishwasher. It’s probably why she moved over an hour away when she grew up.

Speaking of my sister, she visited today and she had to put my kids in time out. For splashing her at the pool. What did she expect? Both things made me smile. Them splashing her, her putting them in time out.

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That’s my aunt’s huge dog. Tess was giving him a kiss. This was still the weekend, when things were happy and light.

During Monday’s school work, you’ll find me pulling my hair out. My son holds his pencil wrong. Oh, why does kindergarten have to be so torturous? If I were to send my kids to real school just one year it would be the year they learn to read and write. My insides crawl when I have to listen to him sound out the words in Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons. They could have left out the easy part in the title. It would have been more believable.

During read aloud time he bounces off the couch and taps things annoyingly on the table until I scream.

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Making him hold his pencil correctly causes spasms and fits. I have this neat little guide that helps kids hold their pencils right. He hates using it.

(Fits not pictured.)

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But it does work.

If only Mario Kart Wii taught him reading and writing, what a beautiful world it would be.

Help me Lord, I have one more child to teach reading and writing.

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