One Of Those Mornings
I woke up this morning with a dull headache, the lingering aftereffects of a trip to the dentist yesterday. It got worse as the kids dragged their feet getting dressed and ready for school. They were overly excited by our first snowfall of the year, and my son was out the door with snow shovel in hand before I could remind him that he had only ten minutes until school began.
I let him scrape the slush off the driveway and we started lessons a bit late. No big deal, flexibility is one of the hallmarks of homeschooling. I just don't want to make a habit of starting at different times each day.
We studied some new spelling words, combined subjects and verbs, and worked on division facts. Then it was time for him to practice his writing. Today he was supposed to write a "friendly letter" in the proper format. I knew this would take him at least ten minutes, so I figured I'd just sit down on the couch and try to shake off the last little bit of sleep fog. The Ibuprofen hadn't kicked in yet and my jaw still ached.
Two hours later I heard this: "Daddy, wake up, it's time for lunch."
I'm proud of my son. Not only did he write a very nice letter, with appropriate headings, greetings, and indentations, but he then sat quietly while I snored, reading his books and drawing elaborate winter landscapes. On top of that, he woke me up just in time to go pick up his sister from kindergarten.
Actually, I think that last part was a coincidence. He was really just hungry.
I let him scrape the slush off the driveway and we started lessons a bit late. No big deal, flexibility is one of the hallmarks of homeschooling. I just don't want to make a habit of starting at different times each day.
We studied some new spelling words, combined subjects and verbs, and worked on division facts. Then it was time for him to practice his writing. Today he was supposed to write a "friendly letter" in the proper format. I knew this would take him at least ten minutes, so I figured I'd just sit down on the couch and try to shake off the last little bit of sleep fog. The Ibuprofen hadn't kicked in yet and my jaw still ached.
Two hours later I heard this: "Daddy, wake up, it's time for lunch."
I'm proud of my son. Not only did he write a very nice letter, with appropriate headings, greetings, and indentations, but he then sat quietly while I snored, reading his books and drawing elaborate winter landscapes. On top of that, he woke me up just in time to go pick up his sister from kindergarten.
Actually, I think that last part was a coincidence. He was really just hungry.
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2 Comments:
I'm just trying to visit as many of the NaBloPoMo blogs as I can and I thought I'd say hi, I liked your blog.. :) Gorgeous kids, beautiful pics.
As far as the kids without shoes on the beach thing - I have two nephews and I've always insisted on what we call "flippy shoes" http://tinyurl.com/y649yr which seem to work ok. The kids don't mind them, and they're safe to wear in the water too, in case they step on a stingray or something.
The beauty of homeschooling... I remember my dad once came to my sis's school and found the teacher snoring at the desk while the kids played paper rockets! The teacher's face turned pale beyond words when she was awaken by my dad!
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