Except when it is.
I wish I could find that groove that I've been wanting since we began the school year.
It's one of the areas of life that seems to be constantly brought to my mind's eye with the accusation that I'm failing. The professor has been quite steady through it all.
"We'll get there."
I've had day-mares that we've had to send the kids to school and they didn't know anything about anything. And i failed them. It's not a pretty day-mare at all.
Sometimes they just outnumber me. Their needs, wants, whines, bickerings...add to that the house issues of dishes, plumbing, laundry, potty issues, attitudes... Yeah. I get to feeling outnumbered.
Then there are the times when they get it.
They might get it in an odd sort of way - but they get it.
"Mom. The spartans were barbarians." Says a very indignant Mini-Me. "The Penguins of Madagascar would fit right in, though. Since they think 'a friend is an enemy that hasn't attacked you yet'."
I'm still struggling with the whole "write a report" thing in a homeschool setting. Our curriculum schedules them in. I never liked them when I was doing this - never saw the point. Still don't. It didn't stop me from "getting it" when I was taking classes in college. So I'm debating whether or not I should push the whole report thing with the kids. Especially since most formal writing is met with great gnashing of teeth.
Mini-Me's report subject?? Captain Edward J. Smith. Captain of the Titanic.
How many books does our library have on the doomed captain?? NONE.
"Hey, mom" - says G-man, "I read in my health book about manners. I'm not supposed to eat with my fingers."
I'm raising esoteric and random children.
I guess that should count for something. :-)