Preparations for homeschooling the boys are underway. I’ve gathered a smattering of curriculum and registered with all the necessary organizations local and statewide, including the HSLDA. This afternoon we registered the boys for two classes each with our local homeschool co-op so they can have interaction with other kids and still get the “classroom” experience. (The classes are once a week.) So far, so good. Now I have to draw up their education plans and submit everything to the umbrella school in time to officially start school in September.
The rest of you can have your August start dates. I refuse to start before Labor Day.
The farther I get into this process, the better I feel about tackling it. Everything seems very doable as long we can all maintain some level of organization and respectful decorum. However, I can tell already a huge challenge will be getting through to Jeremy. I single him out because he has a natural tendency to question me on NEARLY EVERYTHING. Countless times I’ve told him something only to have him run to Chuck to verify if what I said was true – as if I couldn’t possibly know that there really are snapping turtles in the Little River, or that the South really did lose the Civil War. How could MOM possibly know things like this? Chuck has even talked to Jeremy about believing me and trusting that I could teach him something valuable.
Not just how to sort clothes, clean a toilet or organize toy baskets, mind you. No sir. Really important stuff like how to add a pair of three-digit numbers.
Additionally, we’ll need lots of time separated – meaning that I’ll need one-on-one time with Jackson and one-on-one time with Jeremy, because the two of them together is like a ticking time bomb. The level of chaos that erupts when they are together is maddening, so much that they are no longer sleeping in the same room. They pick at each other until one (or both) explode. Thank the sweet Lord our house has two floors.
Does anyone else struggle with this? My expectations for brotherly love may be too high. I’m all for throwing them in a room to duke it out, but the constant PICK-PICK-PICKING is making me nuts.