If I’ve never mentioned it, I really love my husband’s schedule. He works 2 hours on Fridays, is home by 5pm two days per week, doesn’t even leave the house until 9am two other days per week, has about three weeks off at Christmas, two weeks at the end of March and August and most of September off–and he gets paid for it. We joke that he barely works.
So I sound like a whimp when I say that this morning my husband’s usual leisurely Friday morning routine was interrupted by. . .having to do something early. He had to leave. Which meant that I was solo for breakfast. Which meant that everything got started later. Which meant that this morning did not go well. I should just suck it up and chalk it up to one of those days.
It is one of those days. One of my kids is getting sick. The babies want to get dressed only to strip down naked again ten seconds later. My son doesn’t want to home school, he wants to design a robot with an actuator that will work sensors to measure the amount of oil in the ground so his robot can find more oil for the world’s oil supply problem. My oldest doesn’t want to home school either because she is busy trying to write THE perfect five sentences to get her tickets to see Hannah Montana. I guess technically that designing robots and writing for Hannah Montana tickets is home schooling, but it’s really not what I had in mind.
Dare I say it? It’s been one of those days that makes me daydream about sending the kids off to “real” school. I dream of peace and quiet in my home. It sounds really nice. But then I’d miss out on the joy.
In the midst of all this Hannah Montana, robot inventing, sickliness, clothing stripping drama, my oldest declared today game day. She then took out a game and began to help her younger siblings play in somewhat of an orderly fashion. Sort of. But their all getting along and the older ones are helping the younger ones. They’re bonding and honestly, it brings joy to my heart.
I’d miss out on moments like these if I weren’t home schooling. More importantly, they’d miss out on moments like these if they weren’t home schooling. They are a close set of siblings and look out for each other. I am sure that this is due in part, to spending their days together, learning and living.
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