We've been in a rut for a couple weeks. I hadn't thought of that word until yesterday, but it's accurate. The kids have been finishing parts of our coursework but not all. Several days have been arguments and fights about making messes and LEGO and all kinds of pettiness. It's not just the kids; it's me too. We've been getting on each other's nerves.
Yesterday, school for the younger two was simply a few rounds of homemade BINGO and a long-overdue call to grandmom while we waited for the others at swim team. Later, we all baked cookies, using measurement skills, reading, cooperation. Even our shopping trip to the market was great -- with learning opportunities like fun stories and comparing prices with mental math. I think I've talked to my youngest more in the last two or three days than I have in a long time.
Homeschool is not mainly computer programs and workbooks. We seemed to have forgotten to be together, to be a family.
I've told stories, read books, laughed. Chester and Charlie have made their beds each day just because they wanted their beds to look nice. No pleading, no whining. No convincing them to brush their teeth. We've had dinner at the table this week with wonderful chats about whatever.
Today, was a day out. We didn't have practice or run errands. We packed lunch and had fun. We ran, saw some animals, climbed some trees. We explored a local art museum, leisurely, and were careful not to overstay, ruining the trip.
Homeschool is not mainly computer programs and workbooks. We seemed to have forgotten to be together, to be a family. I forgot to play bingo. This week, we remembered.
I'm sure I'll forget again.