There are terrific, beautiful, content homeschool days.
And then there are days when the milk spills.
Or days when caring siblings fight.
Or days when rain spoils a lovely plan.
Or there are homeschool days when...
~the e-mail brings disappointing news at 8:54
~the milk spills at 9:36
~the Jo-Jo complains about breakfast at 9:37
~the Little Man bangs his forehead and bruises it 10:13
~the Little Man gets his head stuck between the deck rails at 10:22
~the window sills are decorated 11:35
~the Jo-Jo cries 3 times before 12:00
~the chalk pastels get knocked on the floor and break at 12:15
~the Jo-Jo cries at 12:15 about said chalk pastels
~the Ceesa complains that she has to wear a jacket when the neighbors are wearing shorts and it's only 50 degrees at 1:00
~the glass plate breaks at 1:30
~the screaming contest with the sweeper begins at 1:38
Who's louder? Jo-Jo or Little Man?
~the naptime book is torn at 2:02
~the Little Man throws everything out of his bed at 2:14
~the Momma puts everything back in Little Man's bed at 2:16
And this is when I start to wonder...
how we even fit in reading stories,
a bit of math,
a special project for the birds,
a chalk pastel,
a folk song,
listening to Hindemith.
And then I wonder where we'll find time for
the poetry readings,
the log line,
the nature notebooks,
my own long list of things to do.
And then Little Man says,
"So Momma so..."
and reaches up and pulls me close to him
and kisses my neck.
I breathe in
So Baby so...
Momma counts her blessings at 2:33.