The Thursday Morning Update

In “virtual” first grade, the kids are learning to make connections with the text.  They do their reading, and then they film a quick video to send to me.

Student:  I read ___book.  In it, the main character was nervous about going to a party because everyone was supposed to bring something to eat and he didn’t know what everyone else was bringing.  He didn’t want to be different.  I made a connection because last year in school, we were going to have a party, and I was scared about what to bring.  But then I got brave and decided not to worry about it.  But then Covid happened and our party was cancelled anyways.  Bye!

Dang Covid.  Poor kids.

On Monday, I had to miss a couple of my live classes to take Kate to the doctor.  She has been having some mysterious health issues for a couple of months and it is been quite the ordeal trying to get to the bottom of it.

We are still not at the bottom of it.

One of my amazing team teachers took my kiddos for the live sessions that I missed.  When I returned, she let me know that one of my kiddos looked down that day and looked like she was about to cry, which is out of character for this little gal.

I kept her late after my next live session to ask her if she was doing ok.

Student:  I was just SO SAD because you were not here.

I relayed this story to Hadley.

Hadley:  Wow.  I don’t remember ever feeling like I liked my first grade teacher that much.

Me:  Well.  You were homeschooled.  I was your first grade teacher.

#winning

Hadley’s high school has been doing a hybrid plan where she is home three days a week and goes to school two days a week.  It had become clear to me that this plan was not what was best for her.

On Monday morning, I texted her and asked her to pray/think about switching to the private school the boys currently go to.

Her response:  Yeah.  I don’t know about that, Bro.

So she went about her day, and I went about mine.  I told her she had to be home by seven so we could “talk.”

She was thrilled.

But the talk went well and she agreed that she should go to the new school.

!

I had been all geared up for a discussion of pros and cons and bargaining.  And she just said-“ok.”

So that past couple of days has been a whirlwind of trying to work AND get her ready to start a new school that requires uniforms.  Which is every teen’s dream come true.

“What do you mean I can’t wear pants with holes in them?”

David came into cell service Tuesday am because, and please don’t be too surprised, the four wheeler broke down.  So he lost all day Tuesday for hunting because had to get parts and work on the four wheeler.

Me over the phone:  Ok!  Some things have gone down with Hadley.  I can explain later.  We need to put her in the private school.  Is that ok?

David:  *sigh*  That’s fine.  Can we afford it?

Me:  *sigh* Sure.

Me:  Also.  I had to let the steers out so they could have water.  Hope you aren’t mad.

David:  *sigh*  Ok.  I will figure it out later.

Tank the Dog might be failing.  I don’t know.  He is antsy and barks at nothing for hours.  He has also been “getting lost.”  Which is very unusual.  The other morning, Hadley and I could not find him.  We looked through the house and all around the outside of the house.  We called for him, but he is deaf, so that proved ineffective.  We had to leave so we could get to town on time.  I was sure he had wandered off to go and die.

Man.  I am full of pleasant thoughts today, no?

Anyways, he had wandered into the garage and apparently just stayed there?  I don’t know.

So now, I am worried about Tank the Dog and all my kids.  I still don’t have gray hair, but my eyes look like I am 55 now.

Happy Thursday!