It’s nose to the grindstone day. It’s get back to “normal” day. It’s happy pleasant everyone loves each other day. It’s back to the joy and heart-pounding thrill of learning day. It’s pain and suffering because my brain hurts day. It’s thank God for some structure again day. And so what if I’m still in my pajamas. The kids are all dressed and have their noses in their books (or coloring pages as the case may be.)
My oldest son is having a hard time waking his brain up from this dormant period. He just told me, “We shouldn’t have Christmas break anymore. It kills my brain so I can’t think anymore.” Yes, but dear… no Christmas break kills Mommy’s brain. And you don’t want that to happen to Mommy’s brain do you? I didn’t think so shnookums.
Here’s The Pastor teaching our middles about life in early Crete. Scary Minotaurs and bull jumping and all that wonderful stuff.
Here they are coloring their pages and eating up every word of it. The five year old has to ask a question after each sentence is read so the lesson tends to last a while.
Here’s my oldest and my youngest learning multiplication by 5’s together. How cute. I’m betting some of my fellow homeschoolers recognize Mr. Demme’s arm there.
When do you go back to “normal” after Christmas break? What does your normal look like?
(Can you tell that with all of these many questions at the end of my post I am trying to draw out a few more comments? It’s a shameless ploy I tell you! I can’t help it though. My hit counter says I get an average of 166 hits a day and only like 15 or 20 of those are me so I know you are out there. I’m telling myself that you are just a shy and quiet kind of bunch. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. Either that or I’m really scary and only three of you think you can actually talk to me on a regular basis. So talk to me now and then! Otherwise it just starts feeling like a freak show… where I’m the manager and the agent and the ring master and the performing monkey and the bearded lady and the popcorn hawker and the main attraction all at once.) So basically, I’m saying, “Comment now and then so I know my hit counter represents more than three to six regular readers and 125 scary stalkers.” And if you are a scary stalker. Go away. Now. Buh bye. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out (or on second thought, please do.)
Gotta go get out of these p.j.s for pity’s sake. And teach my kids how to read and write and count and all that.