And so it begins. I like starting school with a four-day week; I’m a fan of four-day weeks in general, but especially when you’re coming off of a two-and-then-some-weeks family beach vacation. The detox period is painful when coupled with a Return to Structure. Therefore, we bribe with the promise of getting to bake and decorate a cake.
I’m hoping that I have now taken a long enough break from blogging that I no longer care about it whatsoever and can therefore be liberated from the imaginary pressure to Join the Conversation on whatever it is we’re all supposed to be talking about at any given time.
I shall turn 40 this month, and that still doesn’t really compute for me. 40 is something my parents were in the mid-80s, celebrating with “Lordy, Lordy, look who’s 40” cards and oldies music. You know, REAL oldies music, like Sam and Dave and The Swinging Medallions and The Jesters. Not, like, Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam.
Anyway, so – it was a good first week, all things considered. Our homeschool group has a core team this year and we have put a lot of activities on the calendar, including a park day yesterday in the rain (with a covered pavilion). The rain provided welcome relief from the broiling heat.
We’re going to try to have a group activity every Friday – sometimes just a park day, other days a field trip, etc. I really hope this works out as an incentive for my kids to get all of their work done earlier in the week instead of putting it off (often due to Mom running out of nagging steam by Tuesday).
It’s a marvelous thing when your children are old enough that their help is actually helpful and their jokes are actually funny.
We’ve been getting gradually less unschoolish each year, particularly now that my oldest homeschoolee is in seventh grade. At the same time, being unschoolish with history (in particular) has really worked well with that child, who loves to read about history on his own. He’s definitely left me far behind, and not only because I don’t remember more than 10% of what I learned while earning my undergraduate degree in, uh, history. Frequently I just check out a bunch of books for him to power through, and tell him to let me know if there’s stuff in one of the books that seems weird or “inappropriate” (that wonderful modern catch-all.)
Every once in a while, I think, “maybe I should make them do projects.” I loved assigning projects as a teacher. And I was mostly the good kind of project-based teacher, because I tried to assign projects that could be completed in class and didn’t require parental trips to obtain supplies, get certified as a notary public, steal the Declaration of Independence.
But then I think…ehhh. I don’t really like crafts when they happen inside my house.
Look what my husband caught at the beach, in the water in which the kids and I had been swimming for days!
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