A couple of weeks ago, I called my sister. It was 9:30AM. She answered the phone sounding a bit groggy. "Did I wake you up?" I asked. With her quick wit, even in her state of fogginess she admitted, "This is why I don't home-school my kids!" I laughed. "Exactly!" I agreed. A few days later, she called me. It was 10:30 AM. I was just clawing my way out of that cloud of a morning nap. I answered the phone. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Home-schooling my kids!" I blurted. Because we both think we are
soooo funny, we laughed. New code word: "Homeschooling". Definition: I'm taking a nap.
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| I found this note on Google images when searching for pictures of "napping". |
Last week, I ran into a friend at Walmart. It was 3:00 in the afternoon. I hadn't exercised or showered. I had answered
one call and returned
one e-mail. Making small talk, my friend offered, "What have you been doing today? "Home-schooling my kids", I quipped. She gave me a puzzled look. I explained the "oh, so funny" joke my sister and I share. Two days later, the same friend stopped by my house to return a book. I answered the door, wearing the same shirt I had on when I saw her in Walmart and in my pajama bottoms. (I do not go to Walmart in my pajamas...yet.) "Have you been home-schooling today?" Lori offered. I had to pause for a minute, "Why, yes!" I confessed.
Real homeschoolers, please don't take offense. Do feel free to throw public school under the bus. When 9:00AM rolls around and you've been up since 6:00AM making lunches, feeding kids, combing hair, looking for the lost library book, feel no guilt when you say: "it's time to go to public school" and disappear into your bedroom while your kids watch "Frozen" for the thousandth time.
The picture to the left is my favorite book. Below are a few photos of the things I do when I'm not homeschooling:
I go to musicals with my kids
I pose in front of Marquees in downtown San Francisco
I eat hot fudge sundaes with friends
I'm a cycling wannabe
I spend $110 on lunch with a friend (Phew! It was a mistake)
Oh, sure. My brother won't go to musicals with me but Max will.
ReplyDeleteEE--- You just alert anyone from the Lloyd castle- and we'll be your partner in attending a dancing and singing extravaganza! (Except Uncle Scott-- he feels Brandon's pain!) In fact, I think we should create a musical on our Lake Powell adventure!
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