The Homeschool Family

I had a profound realization yesterday as I was driving my brood to swim lessons.

My kids are goobers.

Allow me to prove my theory, if I may.  The boys have this CD of silly songs and asked to bring it along for the ride.  I, being the stellar mother that I am, agreed.

While we are en route, the song “One Bottle of Pop” comes on.  Have you heard this song?

It makes no sense.

It talks about bottles of pop.  Then it warns the listener to not throw junk in the singer’s backyard.  Next, the song informs that the singer’s backyard is full.  Finally, it concludes with singing about fish and chips and vinegar and pepper and salt.

What the what?

Anyways.  At one point I look in my rear view mirror and the four kids are in all their glory singing along with their heads bobbing from left to right in perfect time.

And just when they could not get any cooler, the children organized themselves into a round.  The third row children started it off and the second row children came in a bit after.

Just a normal Tuesday morning at 9:30.

Go Homeschool!

After swim, we came home and had to actually do  schoolwork.  Daisy Mae always looks at me like I am an evil dictator when I inform her that, yes, we do have to do school today.

We are finishing up our third year of homeschool.  You would think she would catch on by now.

The girls have work they can do on their own while I work with Sir Handsome Dude.  This may surprise you, but Handsome Dude is not the easy-going type.  If he gets interrupted, he lets his fury be known.

Also, sometimes when he is trying to say the “th” sound, he spits all over me.  And that has nothing to do with anything, but I wanted you to all feel badly for me.

Thank you.

Anyways.  I am working with Handsome Dude and I see Daisy Mae being all dramatic over her math.  She does not understand one problem and she is choosing to just sit and stare at the book in utter bewilderment.  I cannot help her right at the moment, or else Handsome Dude will explode.

I have begged, nay pleaded, with my girls to just skip a problem they need help with and go back to it later.

This is a concept that they cannot seem to grasp.

Finally, I ask Daisy Mae what the problem is.  And would you like to know the problem?  The problem that has kept her from doing her schoolwork for the past five minutes?

Daisy Mae:  Mom!  Every time I put this chap stick on, my head hurts!

Me:  Then don’t put it on.

Daisy Mae:  Ok.

And she went back to her work.

?

Why did she need my expertise for that?

Go Homeschool!

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .

I would like to title this picture:

A Man and His Wood Shed.

 Mr.  Wood Shed and I have a D-A-T-E tonight.

Holla!

Happy Wednesday.