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What a god awful day 4/9/2008 12:26:56 PM
Can write cursive but can't read yet....
And I need a man Grey skies, pie in my eyes. The other meaning of being mother. The day must be in sight when I won't have to dance with that blasted broom anymore. Today day I felt like runing from my life. Oh God I don't believe I said that. But after I had tidied up the table and got out the stuff ready for school I felt better. Being there with them 100 percent makes me realise the beauty and importance of what I do. But ... what did we do today? Uhm Ah yes used letter stamps. Theo wrote the word Rory. Some race car he saw in St Lucia. Vladi enjoyed stamping all the letters all over. Then a bit of work on the sounds CH and SH. He came up with chuffity chuff which I made him read out, alongside cheery. Shush went down very well. And shame got us back to A's with E's. Science was great as I read from the Adventure Bears.
Chatted to a 'friend' today who wholeheartedly disapproves of my homeschooling. I shouldn't have asked the 'what is your son learning in school these days'. But I really wanted to know. She boasts she he can write his name in beautiful cursive but no they're not reading yet. A bit confused if you asked me. Putting the cart before the horse. Cursive already? But can't string the sounds together mentally. Oh well....
There are several ways to skin a cat I suppose and I'm having a terrible day because the infra red sauna delivered is worthless and the disapointment is less than the pain in my arms at trying to assemble this 250Kilo weight alone. I can scream. Yet one goes on with the task of being a mother.
I have to go easy on myself and leave room in all this for the days (and they're often enough) when I wish I were sitting in a huge bubbling clorine free jaccuzi with my dream man and the boys or at the very least running along a stretch of beach after screaming children with a man trying to catch up with me. Oh well....
The sauna situation should be sorted out tomorrow and I'll find out what the heck went wrong. Tomorrow is a new day as my girlfriend said. But today despite all - Theoderich is a God send- there were some brilliant moments. He got me to keep my promise to go nettle picking. So the fresh forest air did me some good and the rollerblading from 4:30 to 7.pm was excellent.
Thank God for Kids.... all I need now is oh well.....
