It is now 2018. I have a third grader and a first grader. My third kid will be starting home-preschool in the fall. My youngest will be potty-training soon.
WHERE DOES THE TIME GO???
Sucked into the same vortex that spews out laundry, crumbs, and dirty dishes.
This year of school has, in many ways, been a lot easier than last year. Last year was my first time schooling two kids, and it was definitely a learning curve trying to a) figure out how to teach two kids who both needed me to read EVERYTHING to them because they couldn’t read themselves yet, b) trying to get two boys to DO their school, especially the younger because he regretted growing older and wanted to go back to playing all day, c) how to keep the younger two OUT of everything and telling them “No” every thirty seconds because they don’t understand why they can’t help their older siblings with math/handwriting/reading/crafts, or better yet, just grab a pen or scissors or glue and do it for them. Which they did. All the time.
September through June. Eight and a half months.
That is a sum up. The exact details are too terrifying. I won’t do that to you.
So this year is a bit easier in some respects. Mostly because my oldest conquered reading and is now doing superbly, which means he can do a lot of his school by himself now. Except for his history, which he needs me to explain to him (he’s only in third grade). My second, not to be outdone by his brother, has taught himself to read and now shows off by reading EVERYTHING (no competition there!). So math, handwriting, and the activity work in the spelling tests they can do BY THEMSELVES!!! WHOOPEEEEEEE!!!!
This year has other challenges. Many. Many. Challenges. (see: 2 1/2 year old, page 2,952 in the “Challenges” handbook.)
But our homestead is still here, and so am I, and so is Sacket Man.