I’m pretty sure DoodleBug will stay in her bed this morning for as long as she possibly can stand it. Yesterday she woke up at 5:30 and refused to go back to sleep. (She’s normally up around 9 or so) I’m normally up that early, up to kiss hubby on his way out the door, but I’m also very accustomed to having some quiet time to gather my thoughts, pray, drink coffee, and ask God for the patience to survive the day. DoodleBug had interupted that and I could think of no better way to keep her occupied then to start schoolwork early! (evil grin)
She was excited and eagerly ate her oatmeal, dressed and brushed her teeth while I gathered her books up near the couch.
About half way through her first subject she decided she was too tired to figure out how to spell “took”.
We survived ‘Reading I’ and ‘Language Arts’, moved into a quick ‘Social Studies’ lesson where somehow we started talking about how some of our families ancestors were Cherokee Indians and that turned into a crying session of how much she misses the great-great-great-great grandma she never met.
I contemplated whether to pull out my hair or hers. I decided instead to put those books aside and move on to Mathematics… I mean how hard can 6+1 be right?
Really stinking hard apparently!
We finished with a Bible lesson that went a little something like this:
“Remember yesterday when we talked about Jacob and Esau?
yes you do…
They were Isaac’s sons remember?
and he was blind?
and Jacob tricked him?
and stole his birthright?
remember the picture of the soup?
you know! the dot to dot you did yesterday?”
I gave up…at least for that day.
I’m grateful that it’s 7:30 am and all are still asleep…. Thanks God, I needed that.
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