|Pajama Math 101|
Having taught school for 15 years, I actually thought homeschool teaching would be a breeze. Reading my earlier posts about rolling out of bed around nine to start the school day in pajamas, hands-on science and social studies lessons and creative arts and crafts, I realize I conveniently left out the downside. And there is definitely a downside. For all the laughter and lighthearted fun we've had educating our children, I'm not sure it outweighs the mantel of responsibility constantly around our neck; there is no one to turn to or blame, but yourself, if they are behind in school, and there is the shame of admitting that missing your children is part of the enjoyment of being with them. I have no regrets about our great experiment, but I know that I am a one-year-homeschool-teaching-mom.
Okay. Just writing these thoughts down makes feel me racked with guilt. Let me explain...
|Stress - Structure = No Fun|
|Try cutting up a cardboard box...it's a "Good Thing."|
|Not gourmet, but it makes a mess just the same.|
Then, there are the dishes. Home schooling means home cooking which leads to home cleaning. When I contemplated the implications of homeschooling I never considered the amount of daily cooking and cleaning required. Cooking two to three meals a day plus snacks and beverages translates to a lot of dirty dishes. During our regular school and work years, we ran the dishwasher every two days. This year, we average two loads per day. Thank heaven for a dishwasher! Hand washing would have had me tied to the sink or completely deplete of cash from doing as Miss Yvonne did on Pee Wee's Playhouse:
"Once I let the dirty dishes pile right up to the ceiling!"
"What did you do then, Miss Yvonne?" asked Pee Wee.
"I bought new dishes."
|Six Mile High School|
We are now in our final days of home school. Knowing all these petty life details will fade into a distant memory, I feel the need to share my honest thoughts while fresh in my mind. I have no doubt that I will reflect happily on each moment of our year spent together- our year of family unity and security- without too much of the outside world's opinions and restrictions. Next year, when our family is knee deep in project assignment due dates, nightly homework, baseball practices, friends' sleepovers and dance recitals, I will laugh that I ever complained about dirty dishes and NOT missing my kids.