Monday, November 06, 2006
We had another house showing this morning at 9:30 AM. What's a homeschooling mother to do? I rushed breakfast so that I could get to clean-up in time. Oh, the house was spotless the night before--I had made sure to do as much as possible--but five tornados can do a lot of damage in an hour. Toys in stairs, toothpaste all over vanity, unflushed toilets...you get the picture.
So, as I'm running about and shouting to the boys "Do this," "Do that," "Hurry," I run across Jacob in his room. There is a huge pile of shirts on his bed, still on the hangers. There are folded pants on top of these and stuffed animals on top of those. Jacob is in a panic adding more to his pile. "What's going on here?" I ask, "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to leave it here," Jacob sobs and I realize what he's doing; he's packing! Poor little Jacob! In all the chaos and confusion, I had not taken the time to explain to the children what was happening. As far as they knew, we had an agreement with someone and we were not going to do any more house showings. This must be the move, Jacob reasoned. Poor little Jacob!
I tried to explain it to him. I don't know how much he understood, but he did see that we were coming home in an hour or so, that he didn't need to pack all he owned, and that's all that mattered to him.
Where did we go? To the mall. Yep, we completed a morning of school work at a table in the food court of the mall. There were many elderly onlookers and I could write a post or two about what they had to say, but not tonight.
The boys loved it! I mean, it's not everyday you get to ride on a merry-go-round after finishing your math, handwriting, and phonics. I have to say, too, they were good. Very good.
But can I say--might I complain--it wiped me out. I was so tired after. It didn't help either that we had another showing at 5:00. "Where are we going to go?" the boys wanted to know as we left the house for the second time. "We want to go to the mall again!"
Oh no, I think I'm going to hear about this for a while. They won't be satisfied to work at the dining room table anymore. They've seen a bigger, better world!
It's nice to know they're having a grand old time when, personally, I'd like to get off this merry-go-round.