Day 1 Week 1

Today is the day we begin the official school year. Learning, of course, takes place year round.

This will be my fourth year teaching, and my first year with three school-aged children plus a preschooler. I’m sure it will be quite the adventure.

I begin every school year much as I began school when I was a student: with the full expectation and confidence that this will be the best year ever. I love to learn, and I get to learn right alongside my kids. Experience tells me that there will be days where school is more drudgery than fun, but for right now, today, I can’t wait to begin!

UPDATE: Oh, thank goodness. It’s noon and Fritz has completed all his work for today. Billy was done by our 1030 am recess break. I think Katie was done by 10 am. Katie and Jenny will be tough to keep busy this year.

Billy dug in his heels first thing this morning saying he hated school! I’m very glad that we got off to a good start and the day went smoothly, not too hard. I didn’t hold anything back – we did a full day’s work. I was concerned that several subjects and workbooks were being picked up where we left off – so no review or slow beginning like when you start a subject anew. His reading lesson was tough, but we went slowly and I didn’t push it. He did fine.

Fritz didn’t magically develop the ability to stay on task and work independently in the last three months. Too bad. I hate pulling teeth. Fortunately, after 3 years, I’ve learned how to explain a lesson and then give him some time to work on it. If he’s not doing his job, we move on and all his assignments pile up at the end, and if he chooses to spend the afternoon sitting and staring at his work, that’s his problem. At least I can get supper started without worrying that I haven’t covered his history lesson.

All in all, though, a good start, an early ending. Would that all days be this pleasant…

Who’s on first?

Last night, Bill asked who would watch our kids this morning when we took Fritz to an appointment with the oral surgeon. I explained that finding a babysitter for 7 am on the first day of school would have been problematic at best.

So, this morning found us all in commuter traffic on our way to the hospital. The radio was on. They announced the day.

Billy: Mom, is it really Tuesday?

Me: Yes, today is Tuesday.

Fritz: When do we start school?

Me: Wednesday.

Fritz: When’s Wednesday?

Me: Tommorrow. You guys are lucky. Everybody else is starting school today.

Fritz: How about Zack?

Me: Okay, not Zack. They’re going on vacation this week. Everybody else is starting today.

Fritz: How about Jacob?

Me: Yes, the school opens today. He’ll be there.

Katie: Erin’s friends, who are also my friends now, said they are starting school tomorrow.

Me: Did they mean yesterday’s tomorrow which is today?

(Pause while she cogitates.)

Katie: Mommy! Is today tomorrow?

Me: Yes, Katie, today is tomorrow.

Billy: And when are we starting school?

Me: Wednesday.

Billy: And when’s Wednesday?

Me: Tomorrow.

Katie: But, Mommy, today is tomorrow.

And I Don’t Know’s on third.

A note on comments

It’s a good news/bad news thing.

The good news is that I turned off that pesky word verification thing for comments.

The bad news is that is turned on comment moderation.

It’s not that I feel I have to screen comments before they appear here. It’s just that blogger is only notifying me sporadically when people do comment. So, I’ll get an email showing me one person’s comments, and I’ll go to the post and discover one or two that I didn’t know about. And chances are, if somebody comments on something more than a few days old, I’ll never know.

I love feedback from my posts, enough that I want to be sure to see it. Even though you won’t have instant gratification in seeing your comments, this is probably better than your comments going unread. Please comment away!

Home(school) decorator

I never mind waiting for a doctor or other appointment if the waiting room is stocked with interesting home decorating magazines (and if my children are either not with me or are happily occupied with something else). Flipping through pictures of gorgeous kitchens, organized mudrooms, elegant living rooms, and spacious bathrooms gets me to daydreaming about my “perfect house.” That “someday” house.

Although there are some styles that don’t suit me or my background or where I live (Southwest and African themes just don’t work for me), most of the time I argue with myself as to what style I really like. For example, I find the sleek, simple and clean lines of Contemporary, Japanese and Swedish designs really please the organized and uncluttered side of me. Cottage and Country styles appeal to my desire for comfort and a house for living (not for show). And Traditional or Victorian styles harmonize with my old-fashioned nature.

Despite hundreds of hours logged at pouring over various magazines throughout the years, I’ve yet to see any that truly capture my own style of decorating. I guess “Eclectic” might be a good catch-all phrase, but I think there may be better, more descriptive identifiers for the various stages of my home decorating life.

My first apartment, as a new college graduate, I shared with my sister. It was done in what I like to call the Dumpster Diver style. At first, few of the pieces were actual curbside retrievals, but after a while, my sister became quite adept at locating not just new items to add to our collection but also young male owners of pickup trucks who were willing to do all the hard work.

After a few years, I moved from the Dumpster Diver style to what my husband’s parents call Early Married. This consists of two different Dumpster Diver collections joined with some cast-offs from sympathetic family members plus furniture left behind from previous tenants/owners of your apartment/house. Also, your combined incomes enable you to buy used furniture, like a matching crib, changing table and dresser set for your great expectation.

After children arrived, and one big salary departed, I found myself stuck with Early Married well past what one would consider the newlywed stage.

Then, for a brief period of time, I flirted with a comfy version of a traditional style, but rapidly moved into my current style: Homeschooler. My dining room walls have a nice print alphabet with animals for the different letters. This will soon be joined by another alphabet in cursive. There is also a big calendar where the kids can add the date as the month progresses, and of course, there is a big clock. Once school is underway, we’ll add maps and samples of their schoolwork to the walls.

Instead of knick knacks, cabinet-tops are filled with math manipulates, puzzles, a pencil sharpener, and a CD player for listening to the Music Masters CDs. At some point this year, we’ll add a globe.

The Homeschooler style is not usually restricted to one room of the house. Other rooms may have more art displays, art-in-progress and art supplies on any free flat surface and science projects in windows, closets or on top of the piano (the ultimate out-of-baby’s reach spot). And no Homeschooler style home would be complete without piles and piles of books.

The most notable aspect of this style is shelving: everywhere, burgeoning. This year, with three elementary aged children plus a preschooler, the amount of easy readers, workbooks, manipulatives, pens, pencils, crayons, markers, glue, scissors, paper, and whatnots is becoming overwhelming! I just bought a new 8 cubby organizer from Target, and each kid picked out his or her own color canvas basket to store loose items (you can buy them individually at the store). But it’s not enough. Fortunately, this shelving unit is stackable, and I’ll be adding another one for 16 cubbies of storage. Where a non-homeschool family may have a beautiful china cabinet displaying grandma’s favorite gravy dish or an heirloom porcelain tea set, I’ll have a 4′ x 4′ grid of pigeon holes.

I’m not complaining, really. I don’t have an heirloom porcelain tea set to display. I love teaching my kids, I love books, and I even love math manipulatives. I just didn’t realize that these things would one day become my decor! And although most decorating styles make some sort of statement about who you are, few are quite as overt in proclaiming your lifestyle to a random guest.

My house is far from the house of my daydreams, whatever that may be. I definitely don’t plan on continuing in the Homeschooler style once I am no longer homeschooling! But even if my real house is not my dream house, my real life is my dream life.

I can wait patiently for an heirloom porcelain tea set to adorn my shelves in my “someday” house. And if I had the capital, I’d start up a home(school) decorator magazine. There’s an ever growing market…

New Month’s Resolution for September

Is it September already? I am very sad to see the end of summer vacation rapidly approaching. We have all enjoyed the time off from nose-to-the-grindstone lessons. In fact, in planning the school year and the lesson plans (I’m not done yet), the first thing I did (so far, the only thing I’ve done) is plan when the breaks are! Now, I do love school and learning and teaching and short days with long, dark evenings that are perfect for snuggling on the couch and reading Kidnapped. But I will miss the days without an agenda, the ample supply of playmates for my kids, and the afternoons at the playground spent chit-chatting with other moms while worrying if the baby was going to break his other arm by falling off the platform.

Last month, I resolved to plan my dinners for this month. I also resolved to pre-prep as much as possible and to make weekly grocery lists for the fresh ingredients needed for those meals. I’m happy to say that I did complete this onerous task, but it took me almost all month! I just don’t have an entire weekend to devote to shopping and cooking to get it all done at once, so I did it a bit here and there. I am already reaping the rewards of this planning, and dinner-time is not quite the hour of dread that it often can be.

This month, I’m resolving to do something challenging, but not so. For September, I resolve to pray the Morning Prayer with my husband every day. This only takes about 5 minutes, but I admit that we’re not consistant in doing it. The challenge lies in doing it every day. The weekends, especially, are difficult since we get up later and the day is underway from the first moment with children demanding attention and us needing to get ready for things (like church). Perhaps I’ll bring our copy of Magnificat to bed with me and set the alarm to ensure those 5 minutes of peace before beginning our busybusybusy lives.

Do you have a new month’s resolution?