It’s a regular morning here at our house. The kids are up and eating breakfast and getting ready for the day. By breakfast, I mean ramen noodles.
My kids wake up around 6:30 and start school around 8. Have you ever wondered that about homeschool families? I don’t know about other homeschool moms, but I make my kids get dressed and the whole bit. We have our pajama days, but there aren’t any in our near future. The buzz of the new year has left a positive energy and bounce in our home. The kids are moving, teeth are being brushed, and the day is beginning.
We’ve managed to make it to Wednesday morning without having any major problems and I’m sort of excited about it because before Christmas break I was ready to drop my kids off at the nearest public school and pull away as fast as I could. But so far, so good.
Monday was our first day back to school, yesterday was my youngest’s first day of P.E., and no one has called dad to tattle on me yet. Everything seems to be moving along nicely.
Things are off to a smooth start and while I’m thrilled about this, I’m also sort of wondering when it’s all going to blow up.
I thought it was going to be just a second ago when my youngest started whining about his handwriting sheet and leg cramps. You know the two go hand in hand, right? But, I didn’t react, he pulled through, and I gave him a hands-on spelling assignment that seemed to help get his wiggles out.
Right this second I’m patting myself on the back for keeping my cool through another possible meltdown scenario. I’m trying to act like a real teacher when the kids give me a hard time. A real teacher can’t yell and scream and get all crazy, so I figure I should stop doing that. I’m doing a good job too, because listening to whining about handwriting and leg cramps is super annoying, but I didn’t let on. See my strategy? It’s all stealth.
If you were standing in front of me I would totally throw my arms up and lunge obnoxiously just like Molly Shannon used to do in her Superstar bit. I might have even spilled my coffee a little on your shirt because I forgot to set it down before I acted a fool. Then, we’d laugh really loud and crazy scary like the dorks we are.
I feel like our house is like one of those workplaces that puts a sign up on the wall to inform you of how many days the workplace has been accident free.
Do you think the people that work in places like this really care how many days show accident free on their sign? I bet they do. Maybe they get a pizza party or something if they make it a certain amount of days?
While that system may work for some, reward systems don’t ever work here. I’m keeping my excitement to myself! Well, besides telling you.
I’m just trying to be nice and it’s working.