Okay, so I woke up this morning truly feeling like a truck had driven over me, or crashed into me, or some other unlikely catastrophe. In other words, I ached.all.over. And I was so cold. After popping some pain pills I headed for the couch in obedience to my husband.
Good kids. They got up on their own, except for Brooke, the boys helped the girls get breakfast, get dressed and start their day. Soon the pills took hold and I began to feel better. I decided to have school in the living room so I could stay on the couch. Everyone got set up and situated, Brooke went down for her nap, we were the picture of peace. We even took pictures of everyone in their places. Somewhere between practicing Psalm 139 and getting down to business, everything fell apart. The one student was reduced to tears over the tiniest frustration, the other student went into gales of laughter.over.everything. These 2 very different emotions were going on at the same time mind you. The headache started back in on Teacher Mom, pressure began to rise.....things were not looking pretty.
Fast forward 2 hours. Teacher Momma was yelling and crying and thinking things like "I hate homeschooling!" and "I'm the worst Mom in the whole wide world." Both students were crying. It was a mess. Teacher Mom went to the bathroom alone to cry, talk to God, return and apologize.
Do you ever get tired of people thinking or saying what a super woman you are? Well, I do. And just because I homeschool, does not automatically put me up there on that pedestal. I am not a very patient woman. Oh, you thought it said that in the How To Homeschool handbook, didn't you? I am selfish. I like 'me time', too.
If I wasn't so convinced that this is what God has asked of our family, today would have been the last day. Sometimes the things we are called to do are not the easiest choice we could have made.
And above all, it's great to apologize and have your sweet kids extend their forgiveness, but it's much better to not have to apologize at all.
And it's better to discipline than nag or yell.Always!
And I have a new admiration for all the sick mommas in the world, who keep on loving and giving, even from the couch.
P.S. School got cut short. No math today. Tomorrow's a new day, Thank You, Jesus!