Homeschooling Here We Come!

As if the past two weeks haven’t been eventful enough between being under the weather and sending the kids back to school, we prayerfully & thoughtfully came to the conclusion that starting next week, Peyton will be embarking on a homeschooling adventure. Who am I kidding? I WILL be embarking upon a new homeschooling adventure and Peyton just gets to come along for the ride. After all, I’m the one clamoring to get all of our new curriculum ordered and to rearrange an area of our home to serve as our classroom! He just gets to show up. …LUCKY!

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Thankfully, this isn’t a new thought for us, so I already had a much-researched game-plan shelved on the bookcase in my brain in the event that this day came. Parker is happily tucked away in a 2/3 combined classroom at our local public school wherein she is THRIVING. And while Peyton loves school and being social, we ALL {yep, Peyton too} felt like it was time to pull him back into a home classroom and give him some individualized instruction. Learning HOW to learn and be an independent thinker is every bit as important as retaining the knowledge that is taught– and unfortunately the average teacher in the average classroom in America simply doesn’t have the luxury of doing that anymore. Their hands are tied as they have an enormous amount of material that they MUST present to their children every day leaving little time for them to cater to differing learning types within the classroom. My heart goes out to them because that’s one HARD job when you have 29 kids in a cramped room and a mount of material to conquer.  I adore teachers and I have absolutely been forever thankful for the ones that have been a part of our family.

The next few weeks are going to take some adjusting, I’m positive. I am slightly mourning the loss of my “mom-time” but at the same time feeling extra thankful to have one of my favorite people in the world to hang out with each day. This weekend will be spent “nesting” for the big arrival of Monday morning. I have shut down the Etsy shop for the immediate future. I wisely learned some time ago that you can never add something to an already full plate without first removing something. Once my current orders are finished and shipped, I am stashing away my sewing machine until at least October.

I am guessing that I will end up having more time to blog as I will spend a huge amount of time each day at the school table with Peyton– so why not blog while I’m sitting there between read-alouds and math instruction?

Well, that’s our big news. If I haven’t had a chance to tell you in person, I’m sorry. It’s been a whirlwind and I’ve had oodles of details to attend to over the past few days. Pray for us as we adjust. I’ll keep you all posted!

 

Human Again

Hey hey all! I’m back to the land of the living. Seriously feeling like I’m walking around in a haze for 11 days is no fun. My heart just breaks for people battling ongoing illness. Prayer is where it’s at.

So now that I’m officially a human again, I’m trying to tackle my piled up inbox and think ahead through the remainder of the month. I need to set some goals and get my act together. Thankfully, I put together a monthly menu right before I started feeling punky and that has been a HUGE help this month in keeping me organized. Up tonight is Frito Pie… admittedly not the healthiest of options out there, but I have one little one who adores it.

I’m also LOVING the new Starbucks Bacon, Egg and Gouda Breakfast Sandwich~~ so tonight I’m going to try to make my own to throw in the freezer for a quick breakfast. Here’s to hoping that it works! Mmm.

Sunbathing Miss Molly

And just because she’s so doggone cute {pun completely intended}, here’s a pic of Miss Molly acting like a teeny tiny lap-dog and lounging on the back of our couch this afternoon. Nevermind that she’s a big fluffy Labradoodle. She doesn’t care and she obviously believes that she fits, so this time I’ll just let sleeping dogs lie. {I seriously couldn’t help myself folks!}  ;)

 

 

you know how you get sick every.single.year the first week of school?

Oh yea. That. Not “you” rather, ME.  It’s back.

Every  single  year for the past three years I pick up some icky virus right as school is about to start. The year that the kids went into kindergarten and 2nd grade I’m fairly certain that I had Whooping Cough. It lasted FOREVER and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Last year {and now} it is just a common cold. But for-Pete’s-sake… I’m tired of it!

I have work to do. I have ideas to put into practice. I have life to live! Only by the time I take a shower and manage to get dressed for the day it’s almost 1pm and by then I’m feeling wiped out again. This is sort of a pity-party post and I know it. Thankfully the blog isn’t usually too busy on the weekend, so I’m just using this as my venting space. Honestly, I just want to feel well {and wide awake} without a fuzzy brain.

This is nothing compared to the summer that my mom has endured. She picked up a miserable case of Shingles LAST DECEMBER– which led to a corneal ulcer this summer resulting in her eye being sewn shut for three weeks. Thankfully, healing came and she is better, but goodness gracious.

I’m just tired of being tired. I am well aware that my life and goals get thrown WAY off the radar when I’m feeling icky– and I  just don’t like that feeling of setbacks. It’s like someone else pushing the “pause” button on my life. If everything else in the world paused too then it wouldn’t be a problem. But they don’t, so there’s the problem.

Alright, enough venting. I’m going to sit here and make myself be minimally productive– and then I’m going to lie down on the couch and read all evening long.

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