So, weeks ago, on our visit to the Civil War thingy, St. Nick was almost unbearable to be around, um, rather, "bored" and "tired." Turns out, he had a nasty cold coming on, and this turned into weeks of a house full of tired, cranky, snotty (literally) kids. I was having flashbacks to newborn-raising.
10pm: Is that one of the kids crying? Yep, might as well go to bed.
11pm: Ugh. Little Fish. Crying. I'm glad it's only 11pm, lots more time to sleep.
12am: Mud Pie. Fever? No.
1am: Fish. Fever. Cold bath? Are you insane? Ibuprofen.
2am: St. Nick. Sore throat. Water. Kisses.
3am: Mud Pie. Needing a comfort kiss.
3:30am: Fish. Fever. 104! Strip off blankets. Tylenol. Not much night left.
4am: Only two hours. So tired. St. Nick. Coughing.
5:30am: Is it worth going back to bed? Fish. Sweaty, and has to go potty.
6am: Time to get up! Forget it.
6:30am: Mud Pie. C'mon! Get up already! I'm lonely!
We had about half a week of health, and now? I'm the one up every hour. I can't breathe through my nose. My throat hurts. Call the Waaaaahmbulance.
So with all this illness, what have I done with all my nice little planning sheets? (Did I mention the sheets? Or, rather, The Sheets. One for each week, organized, beautiful. I'd planned through December. It took hours and hours and hours. Truly beautiful.) I was really using those sheets, wearing them out, actually. Flipping ahead two sheets for one subject area, flipping back three sheets for another, flipping between two sheets wondering what the heck I was gonna do about the subject area I'd planned but dropped altogether. And when we all got sick, it just got better. I had the months of September through November all in use at once! Those poor trees.
Anyway, I trashed 'em. Yep, all of em.
We're unschooling now! Sixteen hours a day of unlimited TV and computer! HA! (Sorry, don't mean to offend you unschooling folk. I know I'm misconstruing and shamefully playing into stereotypes of unschooling. I'm doing it on purpose. Besides, we all know about my computer, right?)
Nope, not quite up for unschooling, however you do it. I switched my planning to Homeschool Tracker Plus instead.
Now how to record "educational computer use"?
I am in love.
Or, rather, "I ab im lobe."
September's Ivy Kids box (made possible by our Hamilton Schools homeschool partnership!) featured Chicka Chicka 123, a book about counting! My first surprise: the format sent was a board book.
This is our first year working with a partner public school for a few fun educational extras. My favorite addition? The subscription boxes! Sure, foreign language is fun, and art (things the older kiddos are doing through the school), but what's better than your own personal activity kit, new every month? I have a thing for subscription boxes, I'll admit.
How we made our downloadable timeline figures super cute!
When it comes to homeschool technique I've tried everything. Work boxes? Tried it. Digital planners with printed-out schedules? Been there. Pre-planned curriculum packages that cover all subjects? Done it. Totally online learning like Easy Peasy? Yup. The non-homeschool option: Public/Charter school? Yes, even that.
And no matter what I did, every day was a whirlwind of...
Last summer I went a little nutty. See, I was SO excited that our curriculum recommended a timeline. SO SO excited that timeline figures came with it. Until ... I opened the packaging. The timeline figures were ... ugly. So I made ancient history timeline figures using classic art! And now I'm sharing them with you, free!
I used to hate read-alouds. My neck would get tense, my throat would feel stiff and sore and my voice would hurt. (And if you say a voice cannot hurt, I assure you, it can.) Here's my story of how diagnosing and treating Hashimoto's changed my life in an unexpected way.
In honor of the last week of our homeschool co-op, I'm going to give you an inside peek at what we do all day. Like the reason I don't answer the phone, respond to emails, keep my house clean (enough), and say "No" to (almost) every invitation. Because when I answer the phone, respond to emails, clean the house, or volunteer for whatever-the-h@ll-someone-thinks-I-ought-to-have-time-to-do-since-I'm-just-a-stay-at-home-mom...
At least once in any lifetime we'll meet someone who instantaneously irritates every nerve in our bodies...
For several years we sort-of-happily used Tapestry of Grace as our main humanities curriculum. Until the sort-of became not-very and slid into not-at-all.
So in typical Me fashion, my first order of business after deciding to homeschool was to obsessively organize, plan, and pretty much avoid thinking about what I would actually be doing every day.