It all started with an innocent Pinterest board titled “Bunk Rooms.” We were in the process of taking our unfinished basement and making it about 50% finished. Thereby (good enough) for kid use. We have a fairly large home and we use every square inch. We love to entertain and host and our kids do the same.
“Love is patient. Love is kind.” Except sometimes love makes you want to hide in the pantry and binge eat mediocre gluten free Oreo substitutes.
My husband and I Me, okay, just me. I was planning a “not back to school” party for our kids and a few other families that have recently jumped on the homeschool wagon. My husband was deep in the throes of his super busy season at work. Slip and slide construction was not at the top of his to-do list.
Back to school celebration?? Is that when moms get together for a pool day after dropping kids off for 8 hours at school? Not at our house it isn’t. (Although I wouldn’t argue with an adult only pool party.)
Being number four in a family has positives and negatives. The positives are giant and everlasting. He has been surrounded by people that adore him since day one. He has three big siblings to play with, protect him, and indoctrinate him into all of their shenanigans. His parents are a bit wiser and a lot more tired so most of the small stuff slides.
Any homeschooler that is honest would tell you that some homeschool days stink. No matter how early you wake up, or what awesome experience you are prepped for; it just doesn’t work. Maybe someone doesn’t feel well or a too late practice the night before. Most often there is no discernible cause. It just is. Sigh.
I love, love, love to sing the praises of homeschooling. We just sit around our kitchen table all day getting smart, basking in sibling on sibling kindness, and endless parental patience. Ummmm, no.
The kids had decided it was too hot to play outside. So where did I go? Directly outside into the blazing afternoon sun. It may have been hot but it was quiet.
My kids have spent the last two weeks like sloths, hanging off the edge of the couch, barely able to support their own body weight. There has been complaints of boredom, tiredness, and and a lack of purpose that could drive an adult with a mile long to do list batty.