We did a "test" of a school day yesterday - it went well. By 1130 we were all outside enjoying the day, wondering why we haven't kept up with it all summer like we (I) said we would.
Then I get online this morning and read Ann's post, or, more accurately, drool over her photos. Its taking every ounce of strength on my part not to burn with envy over her beautiful homeschool room - and feel incredibly sorry for myself that I don't have one.
I love our little house - dining room and living room, small kitchen are it for downstairs and then 3 bedrooms and a miniscule bathroom upstairs. Our kids are small, so cramming 6 people into (almost) 1200 sq. ft is still feasible. I like how close we are. I like that we don't have space for lots of stuff, so we don't HAVE lots of stuff. I'm thankful that we live here. I love that we are right behind my parents and that our little 100 year old home isn't a cookie cutter subdivision house. Its unique, quirky and just fine.
But I don't have a school room.
I don't even have a family room that can be made over into a school room. Our dining room doubles for school and laundry and mama's crafting addiction. As a result, everything has to be hauled out and put away each time we do something different. Or, more accurately, it doesn't get put away because oh I'm going to work on that more later so I'll just leave it out...(famous last words) and suddenly everything is a huge jumble of knitting and sewing, school books, paintings, laundry and lunch dishes. Oy.
This was a grumpy post. I was going to write about how excited I am about starting school up again, but those photos really stopped me short.
This is me, envious.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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