Crap. What does a SAHM who homeschools 3 kids while her husband is fishing in Canada for a week do when she looks around her house and realizes that the floor isn't just a touch dirty, it's all-out crunchy-filthy? And that the laundry on the floor is the same laundry from when her husband left the week before? Even though she has a legitimate excuse of, well, TEACHING her kids for 5 days, hosting a sleepover, attending 2 scout meetings, and managing to keep said offspring alive and moderately well-cared for EVEN THOUGH her neck still hurts like a bitch?
She sighs. And washes the dishes. And shoves the laundry into the drawers. And gives up and does an art project with her daughter.
Pat should be home late tonight. I will be waiting for him on the front porch, car keys in my hand so that I may drive off, laughing maniacally at the idea of Peace and Quiet.
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