It's been an unusually B.A.D. day here today.
The kids aren't particularly naughty.
The house is actually cleaner than it has been in months.
And believe it or not, my to-do list isn't all THAT unmanageable.
Sound like a bad day to you? Well-it HAS been. For me.
The B.A.D. comes in the form of a girl who takes two hours to complete very simple math work that, if focused could be done in twenty minutes flat.
The bad comes in having grocery day come and go WITHOUT buying groceries for four days now~after a week of entertaining THREE times (which means using more food than normal). Today was supposed to be the day to restock. I didn't want to sacrifice schooling so I opted for after rest...but since MATH took so long to complete this morning, after rest will have to be devoted to reading. One MORE opportunity to get groceries bites the dust. And dust is what we will be biting soon too, if a grocery trip doesn't happen ONE of these days.
The BAD comes while a Mama walks away from the scene, frustrated beyond belief after spitting sharp words meant to draw the child into focus. Frustrated with her own impatience. Frustrated with the childs' lack of focus. Frustrated at the impossible feelings of inadequacy.
Today is just NOT my day.
Corynn's problem is not that it is too hard. It is that her head is in the clouds and I am truly at a loss as to HOW to teach a child FOCUS. Isn't that something that a person just has...naturally? I know children don't have attention spans as long as adults. I don't expect her to.
Oftentimes on this blog I share my own revelations and by some of the comments I've received, the sharing of them has helped others out too. But today, I come here with no revelations at all. Only my own sheer inadequacy and desperation. Today is one of those "I can't do it" days.
If I can't teach ONE kindergartener without her and I both being frustrated to tears-how will I school ALL my children...especially at the same time?
If I can't finish school in time enough to get necessary household tasks done (like grocery shopping) for just a few simple subjects like math and reading, how will I cope when I am teaching history, science, latin, grammar, art, etc?
No. I have nothing profound to say. Nothing of note to encourage myself or others with. In fact, I am kinda sorta hoping you all will help me out~ I sure could use some.
While I am at an utter loss and frustrated beyond belief I will do what I often do when I don't know WHAT ELSE to do (say that five times fast) and that is:
Find some good. SOMEWHERE. Look for it. Seek it out. HUNT it. Acknowledge it. Be thankful for it. Find contentment in it.
Call it a diversionary tactic. It is. But it helps.
So~ while I wait for all the pearls of wisdom to find their way to the comments section....here goes....
At lunch time Corynn petitioned God in an interesting way: " Lord, please help me not to become a ragamuffin." I assume by that, she was praying not become poor? Because the only time I have used the term ragamuffin was when her clothing was all mismatched and her hair unkempt. I have no idea what her thought process was, but I nearly laughed outloud when I heard it.
Day three of big boy undies. Day TWO of keeping them dry.
And YES. Chocolate chip rewards ARE helping.
Andrew praying for our house in GREAT detail: "Dank you for da doors. Da updairs badwoom. Da downdairs badwoom. Dank you for da wooddove. The wood for da wooddove. The updairs woodstove (I assume he meant the oven...). My woom. For da barns and da cows for da barns and da hay." The prayer lasted a GOOD five minutes.
While making cookies the other day a "funny" occurred:
To set the scene: Corynn was plopping cookie dough on the cookie sheets while Andrew waited his turn.
Me: "Corynn, you have to space the cookies out a bit more so they don't run into each other as they bake."
Andrew, in his funny "arguing voice": "MAMA! Cookies don't WUN~ dey don't have wegs!"
After watching the move DEEP BLUE, a library trip that provided lots of books on whales, sea creatures, and-the latest obsession-jellyfish. Corynn saying, after finishing perusing the tower-like pile of library books outside the kitchen doorway while I was cooking dinner: "Mama! Why didn't you get MORE books about the ocean for us from the library?"
An itty-bitty who MIGHT be the one to share my blue eyes? Maybe, maybe?!? The verdict is still out...