Wait. Is it Tuesday?

Deep down inside, I knew that it was Tuesday. Really. I knew the day. However, for some reason, I kept thinking it iwas Monday. Then reminding myself it was Tuesday. People, that is sleep deprivation talking.

Why isn’t this homeschooling mom of nine sleeping? I know. Crazy. Sixteen month old with a cold. Yeah. I know you understand. It seems that when you are an adorable toddler the only comfy place to sleep when you are sick is on your mommy’s head. After you have gently kickboxed her to the very edge of the mattress. Yeah. Needless to say I didn’t wake up singing about cotton candy and unicorns.

I am all about redeeming the day. Some days may be redeemed a bit slower than others but that is okay! This day needed some redemption.

How did I redeem this day? I thought about James and the Psalms often. You can ask my kiddos. Those are my most favorite.

I opted not to scream and crash to the ground in the fetal position when my girlie started playing Christmas music on the piano. If I’m sweating, it isn’t time for Christmas music, people. Fall, will you please come and visit for more than two days? Thanks.

For the first time ever, I made homemade doughnuts using a fabulous copycat Krispy Kreme recipe. Oh, man. They were melt in your mouth goodness. Yes, they were. Yummy rings of fried dough happiness. If that doesn’t redeem the day, what does, my friends?

It was Lydia’s day for kitchen duty. I pretty much brought destruction to our tiny kitchen making doughnuts, chicken stock, and dinner. However, I told her I would tackle the dishes if she was willing to dry. Fabulous time with my conversational gal. Lydia loves to talk and it was the perfect time. No one interrupted because they couldn’t risk being drafted to kitchen duty. Interruption free conversation is a precious thing.

So it was a rainy Tuesday that I thought was Monday. Yeah, I forgot about science and grammar with my younger middle kiddos.  The little one is stuffy and miserable. It looks like I’m in for another long night. So thankful for grace and mercy.

Monday Mayhem

I have  friend who lives in the midwest. She works in the local public school system that has implemented a most ingenious concept. Every Monday the school flows on a two-hour delay schedule. Mondays are hard, am I right? A two-hour delayed scheduled seems simply brilliant to me. Brilliant!

I thought to myself, “Well, this concept is so scrumptious that I should give it a go here. And if a two hour delay is great, well a four hour delay is even better! Right?” (Side note: Every time I type “delay” I spell “dealy”. I may be suffering from a caffeine shortage. )

Perhaps a four hour delay was a bit much but we definitely hit the two hour delay this morning. All of us seemed to have trouble jumping out of our cozy beds and jumping into school work. Add in that it was an absolutely gorgeous day outside. The struggle is real.

It was a bit chaotic. This happens when you have a 16 month old who is quite fast at destruction. Wooden blocks + mommy’s computer = a mom/sibling attack from both sides. Three kiddos worked in shifts on my computer. A simple “game” with index cards with line drawings and craft sticks counted as preschool math and my three year old was so glad to be “finished with her hard math”.  Screaming and not so nice words over an allegedly stolen peg doll. Two kiddos begging to do grammar because we get to start a new week and they are so ready to do their poster. Can we please do it now? Checking math. And then checking another level of math. And checking another level of math.

Then. Yes. Everything seemed to settle down. No one was fighting. No one was screaming. Work was underway. Laundry was washing and drying. All math was checked. The computer was available for Spanish. Ahhhh. Then. Yes. Then my daughter noted that the time was 1pm and the little ones might want lunch. Really? Is it necessary to eat three meals a day? Really.

And those phone calls I was suppose to make? Yeah. Let’s just bump those to Tuesday.

On the bright side, my little ones and I had a lovely discussion on sin, consequences, discipline, and forgiveness. My kitchen is clean. I have a lovely dragon and knight on my dry erase board. I finished another book from the Cybils nominations. We enjoyed a loud, lively dinner with lots of laughs. Another episode of the Great British Baking Show has been enjoyed. Many adventures happened in the backyard. My three year old loves me and loves her footed sleeper. I, thankfully, do not have a footed sleeper. Much to smile about, am I right? Why, yes I am.

Just keepin’ it real.  How was your Monday?

2015 – 2016 Roll Call for VCA

While we school year round, I do try to acknowledge the beginning of a “new” year. We tend to flow from one book or one level to the next as needed. Living in a world that seems to qualify everything based on age and/or grade, it is always nice to give my children a reminder of their current “grade”.  A convenient bit knowledge when questioned by random strangers at the checkout counter. I must confess, however, that this yearly transition to a new grade gives me the opportunity to torture, um, snap quick photos of my kiddos.  It is one of my favorite past times.

My High School Crew!!!

Rebekah – 11th Grade

Mary – 10th Grade

My Middle School Crew!

Caleb – 8th Grade

Lydia – 7th Grade

My Elementary Superstars!

Hannah – 4th Grade

Sarah – 2nd Grade

Sam – Kindergarten

My Cutie Pie Class!

Martha Ann – Preschool

Ezra – Toddler Tornada

And I can’t leave out the Teacher’s Pet!

 

When we decided to homeschool so many years ago, I never imagined having a span of kiddos from 16 years to 15 months. So thankful for the unexpected. The days are passing too quickly…