This was a pretty good week. Tuesday was a day I wanted to pack up and bottle and tuck away because it was as close to perfect as a day can get. Chores were done cheerfully and accurately, homeschooling went well, I managed to have one on one time with all my kids...still some voice raising (but no yelling!), and bickering among the kids, but it still felt perfect.
I have never had a day like that and I know I doubt I ever will again. So I'm just going to lock it up and keep it.
Tumbleweed just came into my room sobbing because I won't give her more medicine and declared she hates me for the umpteenth time today. Now she is laying next to me trying to fall asleep. I have to admit that though I try to act like it doesn't phase me, it does sting a little to hear my two year old say she hates me.
I created a new routine/schedule and changed some curriculum and its been helping. I feel like I'm always tweaking things, trying to make things run more smoothly, when sometimes I wonder if I should just give in to the chaos. But this schedule is working because Im forcing myself to wake up with Igloo and get more of my housewife work done early. i am also assigning more work to the kids. Our mornings go more smoothly and I don't feel like I'm cramming as much.
We took a break from Singapore Math when Jack just was NOT getting decimals. We tried Switched On Schoolhouse which helped him understand why he's a poor math tester (more on that later) but it didn't help with the decimals really. It was just kind of odd and seemed to jump around a lot. So back to Singapore Math this week and he seems to be catching on. Sometimes you just need to give your brain a break, I think. Made me grateful for homeschooling and the flexibility it provides with that.
We've all gotten into My Little Pony lately. And I mean all of us. Igloo and Jack don't like to admit they like it, but always end up watching it with us when it's on. I waxed nostalgic and spent Wednesday watching 80s ponies and Strawberry Shortcake on YouTube. I love the Internet!!
Last night I stayed up with friends until 1:30am. Sometimes I just want to feel irresponsible and silly. I think that's part of being the primary president; it feels too serious a lot of the time with all the broken home kids I worry about. And then I come home and wish I had come home sooner because I miss putting my own kids to bed and then I don't need to stay out again for 6more months. Funny how that works, huh? I had to wake up at 5:30 to drop Igloo off at work though so now I'm exhausted. Tumbleweed is asleep and I am ready to join her.