It’s five o-clock in our Mountain time zone, and I’m counting down the minutes until Jeopardy.
You might recall this means it’s been a DAY.
Our big girls are already in jammies, tucked into bed for the night. I served them a simple, hurried dinner at 4:30 and sent them to brush their teeth by quarter ’til. There was no dessert. They were reading quietly by 5pm sharp.
You see, they owe me three hours.*
They are repaying me for the three hours that they took to complete a three minute copy assignment this morning, which they instead ignored– wiling away the time with fighting, bickering, and causing general strife in our home.
I’d love to report how I remained calm and collected during the series of battles that ensued, but that would be a big, fat lie. I got sucked in. And then I DARED to take a ten minute shower, solo. It wasn’t until I sent an SOS to Husband that I regained enough composure (all four of us were in tears) to dole out fair and logical consequences, diplomatically.
Nearly ten years of parenting under my belt and I’m still very much a student.
Homeschool isn’t always all lollipops and roses. It’s hard, plain and simple. Sometimes I wish I could spend my days shopping, lunching, and getting a mani-pedi, catching up with friends over coffee. But even in the hard days, I can see (faintly) that it is worth it and it is good.
Here’s to tomorrow!
“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning, great is Your faithfulness.” -Lamentations 3:22-23
*I made them calculate the time wasted and their accordingly adjusted bedtime. So at least we got some extra math in. Hashtag, homeschool.
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