Home School Night Terrors

Uuuuugh!!!! School starts at our house on Monday. I’m ready, but I’m SOOO not ready!

I’ve homeschooled before, but never like this. I’ve never had three kids that needed so much focus on curriculum. And don’t forget baby guy running around.

Oh ya, and we got a dog.

Because my life was too boring. (Insert crazy face here.)

When the kids were little, school was easy. It was even fun. We read books, went to the museum, counted m&ms and ate them for math. Life was great back then.

Flash forward four years.

My kids have actual academic needs. I have to evaluate what levels each one is on for each subject, plan the books and assignments and get a week ahead of them for lessons – times three.

But it’s all good, because I know that my kids thrive on the one-on-one attention. I know that my kids progress at lightening speed in a quiet environment with frequent breaks. And actually, I just know my kids. They are going to drive me absolutely crazy this year.

I wouldn’t miss it for the world 🙂

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Kids Are People Too

I’ve given up.

I threw in the towel, tossed the cheese, kicked the hole in the bucket. Whatever.

I realized this week that I’ve been trying to live the magical life of my dreams, with gardens and books deals and happy children happily eating the food I happily prepare for them in a spotless kitchen. It’s like swimming up river during flood season. It’s not worth it and it rarely happens.

This week I realized that I’ve been trying to stuff the five people I live with (because kids are people too) into my idea of happy. It’s kind of a round place that I fit into nicely, but they are sort of a bunch of other shapes and with all of us in here it’s relatively crowded and, well, not fun.

I am still the mom, I’m still in charge of making sure everyone has something to eat and clothes that fit, but I’m also in charge of getting to know those people at my table. I decided this week that I want to know what makes them happy and give them that, one at a time, every day.

It’s a big job, but I’m excited to do it. I love these people. They are my whole world. When they are happy, ultimately I’m happy too.

This doesn’t mean everything is sunshine and roses from here on out. I still need me time to write and run or go out with my friends. And I’m sure they will still be ornery even when I do my best to listen and make life good for them. But it all comes down to priorities and even though I’ve always said that my family comes first, I think I’m finally seeing how to make that happen.