It is not my children who decided to get into a fight over who would get to select a movie to watch one day last week. It was not these same children whose fight took place right at the dvd player, and they did not, in the midst of this fight RIP THE DOOR off of the entertainment center. They did not break the door by SPLINTERING THE WOOD so that it cannot possibly be repaired. I did not immediately unplug the TV and consider committing unspeakable horrors upon it. My children would never fight over such petty things, and I would never be angry enough to consider ripping the TV out of the wall the same way they ripped the doors off of the entertainment center ... or didn't ... as the case may be.
As I type this (Sunday night), my two girls are not in their room yelling at each other. I have not been completely OCD about the house lately, and noticed that their room was a little messy today. I did not look at it and estimate that it would take all of ten minutes for them to clean it. Ten minutes. That's it. They've not been in there for thirty minutes and have not done even half of it because they've been so busy yelling at each other.
Oh -- and the funny part? After yelling at each other and taking an hour to clean what should have taken ten minutes to clean, it was not my two girls that I found cuddled up together sleeping. LOL
As I type this (Monday morning), we are now getting ready for our homeschool to begin. After lots and lots of false starts, today is the day.
That said ... it has not taken my easily distractable child two hours now to do her math. And she's not finished. It's not too difficult for her, really it's not. She has not stopped 83 times to go try to pull her tooth, and 44 times to get a drink, and 27 times to go to the bathroom. I did not just have to threaten her ... on the very first day of school ... with disciplinary action for each problem that is not done by the time the timer beeps.
I have also not been sitting here seriously considering public school. I have not been praying for the Lord to remind me of why I'm doing this in the first place, because for the life of me, I cannot remember at this moment. Sad that it's the very first day and that's where my mind is.
And one more ... it is not my sweet son who is insisting on playing with every loud toy in the house while his sisters are trying to work. He really is being sweet and playing nicely ... just with everything L O U D. Nope, not my child.
1 comment:
Ah, I remember the days of sharing a room with my sister!
My mom homeschooled my brother, sister and I until I was in 7th grade and I truely treasure those memories! Hang in there, they will thank you for it someday!
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