School Daze
I'm really trying to remember to do a blog a day. Right now I'm exhausted from a day of schoolwork and tears. Children are very interesting. You put them to bed early, wake up in a good mood and I think all that contentment makes them crazy. My daughters spent the day crying over various (and mostly imaginary) problems. My four year old (who knows all of her phonics and has been reciting the alphabet forever) suddenly doesn't know any of the letter names.
My seven year old, who has a natural aptitude for math, suddenly can't do addition or subtraction. And I mean equations such as 15-5. The very appearance of equations made her cry. So, I let her play Harvest Moon for a bit (she needed to buy fertilizer for her farm and medicine for her cow)to let her get herself together before we got back to work. Mistake. The bull was sick too -- she was an awful farmer and the tears started flowing again.
Her sister cried because her throat hurt her too much to recite the alphabet. Missy 4 year old has the makings of a dramatic actress. She can't clean her room because her hands are too tired or her feet are tired of walking back and forth. So, when I didn't fall for that excuse it turns into "J looked at me (substitute breathed on me, smiled at me, didn't smile at me, etc.)".
And all the while I'm diving to keep my baby alive for his 1st birthday tomorrow. While they're trying to cry themselves a river, he's trying to eat dog food, pull the cat's tail, make stepping stones to reach something dangerous, you know, normal boy stuff.
So, I'm worn out and done in. I hope to have something more meaningful to say tomorrow. And I pray for a "dry" school day.
My seven year old, who has a natural aptitude for math, suddenly can't do addition or subtraction. And I mean equations such as 15-5. The very appearance of equations made her cry. So, I let her play Harvest Moon for a bit (she needed to buy fertilizer for her farm and medicine for her cow)to let her get herself together before we got back to work. Mistake. The bull was sick too -- she was an awful farmer and the tears started flowing again.
Her sister cried because her throat hurt her too much to recite the alphabet. Missy 4 year old has the makings of a dramatic actress. She can't clean her room because her hands are too tired or her feet are tired of walking back and forth. So, when I didn't fall for that excuse it turns into "J looked at me (substitute breathed on me, smiled at me, didn't smile at me, etc.)".
And all the while I'm diving to keep my baby alive for his 1st birthday tomorrow. While they're trying to cry themselves a river, he's trying to eat dog food, pull the cat's tail, make stepping stones to reach something dangerous, you know, normal boy stuff.
So, I'm worn out and done in. I hope to have something more meaningful to say tomorrow. And I pray for a "dry" school day.
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