There seems to be doing A LOT of trialing and erroring going on these days -- and a little heavy on the erroring. Guess you know I'm referring to homeschooling!
In my heart of hearts, I know we are going to make it. We have peace about homeschooling this year, so I KNOW we'll make it through. I'm just hoping my kids don't have to cry their weight in tears, or I don't eat a whole chocolate cake in one sitting before we get to that point! I'm such a follow directions/list-type person. I'm not very creative or a big problem solver especially after I had three kids and half my brain cells were fried! I wish there was a book or a homeschool method that says, "Start at 8:00 with Arithmetic, then do Spelling and Language. Break at 10:15." -- you get the drift. But I know that is pretty much fantasy. I'm still trying to figure out what subject I should be sitting in with each of the kids or what subject they can do independently and how to schedule that so I don't have to be two places at once. And if I don't have everything (papers, teaching aids, etc.) laid out the night before, I'm DOOMED!
Today I sat the girls down and had a serious talk with them because they are both at the point of not wanting to do school ever again -- on Day 8. I know, seriously?!? I told them there were rules about going to school -- that it was required. ("Remember the field trip we just took to Harrisburg? The buildings Daddy showed you were our representatives and law makers work?" Man, I love it when things come together nicely like that.) I also told them that just like if we are speeding and the policeman/woman pulls us over that we will have to pay a fine for breaking the law -- that there are consequences for not schooling our children. It wasn't pretty. I told them the police would come take them away and put them in another family that would make them do school. There were tears, but we turned it around and talked about having a bell in each of their rooms to ring when they needed me -- although I did tell them I'd cut off their hand if they rang it incessantly! To which Makenna said she'd keep ringing the bell with her stub! HA! They would to torture me to my death!
Along with the "bad", there has been good. I don't think I've gotten as many hugs and had as many kids say "I love you, Mom" in a long time as I have in the last couple weeks. I am praying that we turn things around -- find a routine that works for us and can coast a little more smoothly through the rest of the school year. I'd really like to be able to do art class or "home ec" or go to the park in the afternoon. We've spend most of our days just trying to get school done before dinner and keep our heads above water.
Today I found this comic while searching for some sanity.
(The chalkboard should read E=MC2 if you didn't get that.)
It gave me a ray of hope. Which reminds me. I think some told me that Einstein wasn't very good at spelling and that spelling is not directly linked to intelligence -- you can be smart and not be good at spelling. Makenna struggles with spelling. Not sure if it was her faulty phonics foundation or if she just doesn't have the knack for it. Yesterday was her first Trial Spelling Test. She only missed 1 out of 20 of the ones she studied, but for some reason didn't study the other 10 vocabulary words (of which she missed 9). Attached to her trial test was a post it note: "I think I got an F. I am hurible at spelling." I just had to laugh. She is so cute, and I love her to pieces. I am so thankful for the relationship we are building with this extra time we have to spend together.