This morning, we got up and out of the house–smoothies in hand–and got to the library for the books we need for this week’s lessons. Egypt. Blech. I’m seriously all Egypt’d out. I cannot even wrap my head around the fact that my son actually CHOSE for us to start our history studies in the classical education model’s “Year 1”. I mean, the OCD person in me is jumping for joy to start at “the beginning” but the woman who has been parenting my kids for the last several years is like “Seriously… I cannot handle another pyramid or mummy”.
I am congratulating myself that we managed to bring BigGuy’s Information Resources workbook.
I am congratulating myself that when BigGuy pushed back on doing his work, I fought the initial reaction to hold his electronics time captive until it was done. I reminded myself that he knew everything he needed to know in life–enough math and reading to live off of–and that this rigor was his request. So I calmly told him that he didn’t need to do this. I DID explain WHY it was on his plate to be done and reminded him that it bothered him that his brain was lazy–but that it was his choice to do it.
He did it. Actually, he did most of it but not all of it. Whatever. He also negotiated for doing his Mod Design I coursework three times per week at least for this week and next week. He absolutely loves it. I don’t want to restrict him any more than I have to and he doesn’t get docked electronics (fun) time when he does this. So we’re walking a fine line. We’ll try this for 2 weeks and see how it goes.
Getting out the door so early comPLETEly threw pretty much everything off this morning… no character building story and discussion… no snuggles. BigGuy managed to some element of his bathroom chores, but I’ll need to go up and see what exactly did and did not get done.
Now I need to can the 30 pounds of organic green beans I bought last week. The kids await 4pm by popping off the ends of each bean. Off I go!