Boy—I miss alone time.
If I ever wondered if homeschooling my four children
was for me. Now I know—it’s not. I look forward to the day when this all
becomes a blip on the map of our memories and we laugh and (mis)remember fondly
how it felt to suddenly have virtual-everything virtually dumped upon us.
Memory magic is a wonderful thing.
Until then?
Here we are trying to keep up with the juxtaposition
of facing off with tweens while our 6-year-old facetimes with a teacher. We
parents shouldn’t complain. There are so many people stuck in their apartments
alone. But, as is the human way—we both look longingly at the other’s basecamp.
Yesterday went by in a flash. Time flies when your
attention is stretched across four kids and their corresponding grades
simultaneously in a homeschool curriculum that is both out of your hands and
very much in your hands all at the same time. We’re zooming and googling and
even learning home economics. We made pasta today (meaning the dough from
scratch not just pouring a box-o-pasta into hot water). It was amazingly simple
and each kid—K through 6th—was over the moon to have their own dough
with which to work.
I figured: The worst that can happen is we make
inedible playdough. The best that can happen is we make pasta dough I can use
for dinner later on. Luckily, it seems, we made the latter—though having never
made pasta before I had no standards by which to measure and, quite frankly,
didn’t care what it tasted like as we squeezed the Home Economics lesson in
between a Zoom classroom and a Facetime piano lesson.
Wow—this stay at home thing is a lot less relaxing
than it sounded when first floated.
 I think that’s it for now. Until we meet (in person)
again. Good luck, wash those hands and keep writing! *Do you need some ideas on the fly? Check out our new Homeschool page for links. | 
