Far from Martha Stewart.
My home will never be featured in Better Homes and Gardens unless it is a before shot or maybe in a what not to do article.
But that is okay.
We laugh, we smile, we cry, we live and we embrace all that life is at the moment.
Imagine all that bubbled into a home school day.
Gonna be one of those stories.
I wake up. Kids are getting along. (yes! Maybe I should stay under the covers and let it last a little longer...and yet I get up. ) I shower. Still harmony. Kids are cleaning the kitchen (without being asked, oh yeah! ). Some kids are working on school without being asked! Hallelujah, the angels are singing. We are communicating. Laundry is going. Lunch is in the crockpot. I come out of bedroom after my shower and I smell yummy lunch cooking.
This is an incredibly awesome day.
I sit down with The Man and we start school. He is doing so well. He is motivated. He is reading with interest.
I pull out the flash cards. Yes! there is no crying, whining or begging to stop. What an amazing day.
The angels are singing.
Oh yes. Please come into my home and see all this.
The Man, doesn't have to sound out "THE" any more.
Heaven is exploding with praises.
We have been working on "THE" for weeks, months...can I say I was starting to raise my voice a little everytime I said THE....why couldn't the darling remember it? But I hear the choir singing.
Next sight word.... "SH*T"
The angels stop singing.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!! SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE
Silence and then the older siblings start laughing and come running to see what the word was?
"WHERE did THAT come from SHE?" they ask.
Well The Man just likes to add "it" into any word he is sounding out when he chooses to be lazy.
We say, SHE SHE SHE SHE over and over.
I mix flash cards and it comes up again. What does he say, but, SH*T again!
NO!
WE don't say THAT word, son.
TM: What is SH*T? in all innocence.
A Very BAD word for POOP. DON'T SAY IT AGAIN YOUR MOUTH WILL BE WASHED OUT WITH SOAP!
Siblings STOP laughing.
Oh yeah, everyone who came into my home to hear the angels singing, they aren't anymore. My 5 minutes in Happily Ever After has come crashing back into reality. This is life, My Absolutely Crazy and Fantastically Humorous Life. I secretly wonder how many first graders and kindergartners say colorful words in the classroom when reading out loud.
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