Homeschooling

Like most aspects of parenting, homeschooling has had almost nothing in common with my expectations of it, and intermittently drives me crazy.

And then there are times like this.

My 8 year old daughter, finishing re-reading “The Hobbit”, preparatory to reading “Lord Of The Rings.”

Concern
sadness
grief

I’ve always loved sharing books and ideas with people. I feel so blessed to be part of this.

Countdown to Beach Club Villas

We are only a few days away from our next trip to Disney World!

Which means, everyone is VERY excited, except for those of us trying to tie up loose ends before. πŸ˜‰ {Okay, maybe we’re excited, too.}

The Expedition Everest ride from our favorite Animal Kingdom lunch spot

We’re going to celebrate the birthday of middle son, 14,

This international program CM taught him a Mancala game

but we’ll land during the Epcot Food and Wine Festival, which has its nice elements. And we’re staying at the entirely awesome Beach Club Villas, part of the Yacht and Beach resort complex.

Disney World, for those who haven’t been, recently, is darned enormous. We go a couple of times a year, but usually without park tickets. I recommend that.

book, novel, beach chair, check!

painting china. Disney World resorts rock!

If Disney service and theming was available closer, I’d go more often… even without Mickey Mouse and Splash Mountain. But we DO have park tickets this year, so we’ll have to split our time between the many amenities of the resort, our favorite activities at OTHER resorts, and a few excursions into the parks.

And we do it cheaply…

Think I should post about that? πŸ˜‰

End of day, by the castle

The math I most need is the ability to count my blessings

I went to bed last night around 1am, which, sadly, is not unusual.

I was disposed to feel sorry for myself, because I was a ‘single parent’ for a week, my husband being off on a business trip, and because I was in a fair amount of pain with a TMJ problem, Β which my dentist cheerfully assured me was “chronic” and “due to stress” despite the fact that I’d never previously had it.

I mean, come on. You should have to have something go wrong at least TWICE to consider it chronic. That’s my “rage, rage against the dying of the light” POV.

He prescribed me a muscle relaxant (because nothing says taking care of 5 children orthodontia week like ‘new meds that you can’t take while operating heavy machinery’) and I’d obediently attempted to get them filled, because ALL I really wanted was to be prone in my own house, in less pain. Took the 15 minute guarantee Rite-Aid over an hour to come up with a third of the prescription, but I won’t get into that.

After dinner, etc., had massive trouble converting all the MAC files to PC files for Tegan’s school project, and, what with one thing and another, no one got to bed until 1 am.

Woke up to schedule a visit from the geo-thermal drilling guy for 20 minutes later, to get everyone up to be ready for that, to be followed by orthodonist visit, school, etc. etc.

And when I walked into the bathroom, there was a surprise. 2 surprises.

The countertop had been wiped clean, and there was a full, untouched, roll of toilet paper.

This is Countertop Wiper:

He's actually being a Greek mask of Comedy, here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is Toilet Paper Replacer:

Teens get all the sleep they missed as babies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not a single parent, ever. I’m part of a team. A Family.