There are terrific, beautiful, content homeschool days.
And then there are days when the milk spills.
Or days when caring siblings fight.
Or days when rain spoils a lovely plan.
Or there are homeschool days when...
~the e-mail brings disappointing news at 8:54
~the milk spills at 9:36
~Jo-Jo complains about breakfast at 9:37
~Li bangs his forehead and bruises it at 10:13
~Li gets his head stuck between the deck rails at 10:22
~the window sills are decorated 11:35
~Jo-Jo cries 3 times before 12:00
~the chalk pastels get knocked on the floor and break at 12:15
~Jo-Jo cries at 12:15 about said chalk pastels
~Ceesa complains that she has to wear a jacket when the neighbors are wearing shorts and it's only 50 degrees at 1:00
~the glass plate breaks at 1:30
~the screaming contest with the sweeper begins at 1:38
Who's louder? Jo-Jo or Li?
~the naptime book is torn at 2:02
~Li throws everything out of his bed at 2:14
~Momma puts everything back in Li's bed at 2:16
And this is when I start to wonder...
how we even fit in reading stories,
a bit of math,
a special project for the birds,
a chalk pastel,
a folk song,
listening to Hindesmith.
And then I wonder where we'll find time for
the poetry readings,
the log line,
the nature notebooks,
my own long list of things to do.
And then Li says,
"So Momma so..."
and reaches up and pulls me close to him
and kisses my neck.
I breathe in
"So Baby so..."
Momma counts her blessings at 2:33.