I am a terrible procrastinator. Actually, I’m a very GOOD procrastinator, in that I’m a total pro at it. I’ll do darned near anything to put off doing cleaning, and I’ll do cleaning to put off doing paperwork! Sort of … Continue reading
Beara is intense. Sure, she’s creative, and funny, and loving, but sweet Mary on a pogo stick, sometimes I just really want her to leave me the heck alone. There are two ways that one could further describe my girl … Continue reading
I am not a punitive sort of person. I believe in second chances, and third, and fourth. I get that development is a process, not a destination. That said, I’m getting really sick of my kids doing the same thoughtless … Continue reading
I’ve just come to the disappointing decision that our family will not be participating in the local elementary homeschool coop this winter and spring. The leader worked hard to bring the cost down, the activities sounded interesting, and I know … Continue reading
My girls are lovely, loving people. They are curious and compassionate. They are everything five year old girls can be, including growing up far too fast for their mother’s taste.
When it comes up in conversation with a non-homeschooler that we homeschool, I either get curious questions (which I don’t honestly mind all that much), or, thank fully more rarely, but worse, I get the justifications why they do NOT homeschool their kids, as … Continue reading
I’m an only child, my mother is on a plane over the Atlantic, and my Dad is in the ER with a wacky EKG. He is also probably the worlds’ worst self-reporter, and gets easily overwhelmed by hospitals and medical … Continue reading
Not what I wanted my 100th post to be about, but here it is: I just somehow totally insulted someone for calling a group she is part of “uberhomeschoolers.”
We were completely and utterly derailed this past week by my getting a very nasty case of poison ivy on my hip, but we did what we could! (Buddy was cuddled up for warmth and nursing access while we were camping last … Continue reading
When it rains it pours. When it pours, our roof leaks. When our roof leaks, our bathroom ceiling falls in. The night before the girls’ fifth birthday, no less.