Mondays seem to be the do-over day for homeschool in our house. When the week before did not go as planned, Monday is always around the corner to make a fresh start.
Today was no different. Last week we had several fun distractions that kept us from staying on our homeschool tasks and I spent time over the weekend getting our homeschooling in order to begin a new week.
We packed it up when Grayson was finished and moved to table work inside. Grant refused to do his math. He didn’t understand why he would have to do that every day! Why can’t he just play? Well, the speech comes out about education and being able to read and write, and how our family doesn’t think we do enough “school” like other kids, and well I sound like a broken record, again.
I check on Grayson and he is still staring at his math that has not been touched in 30 minutes. That was the beginning of the downward spiral. No need to go on about how the rest of the homeschool time went, you probably have been there. I’ll just say that it was one of those times that the yellow school bus was looking appealing!
Why do these kinds of days bother me so much? I think it all comes down to the pressure I put on myself and my kids to get things done. It usually happens when I think we are behind in math or language arts. I have high hopes that we will cram two weeks worth of stuff into a week, and then when everyone melts down, I give up and think homeschooling is not worth the stress I put on myself.
Thankfully, God knows my heart. He uses these opportunities to stretch and mold me into a better mom when I take deep breaths and not overreact as I have in the past. Working on my patience seems to be my best subject! Giving of myself is my next subject of study. Yes, there are times when I would just like to do something I want to do. I would love to have a whole day to do crafts or sew, yet that will never happen without fifty interruptions.
Accepting the season of life I am in, and truly what a gift it is, is far better than a sewing project. Although I tend to forget that when I have swept the mud from the kitchen floor for the fourth time in a day, and randomly find worms in one of my china dishes. They were apparently in a holding bowl until their new home could be prepared. Yes, the gifts I will miss when my boys are all grown up.
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So weary moms, I find solace in the fact that many of you reading this know EXACTLY what I am feeling this Monday. Let’s all give homeschooling Mondays a break. They tend to crack and fall apart under so much pressure of holding up the whole family’s educational future!
Let me know how you handle a less than perfect Monday. I need to go get the escaped worm off the kitchen counter before it finds our dinner. Gifts weary mom, gifts.