Today was not a stellar day for DoeHill Homeschool. To begin with we feel cruddy with stuffy noses, coughs, and fevers. Ergo, my dream of a scheduled taut-ship-of-homeschool-day fell apart  right away. Earnest T. asked why Sis was walking around with her mouth open. When asked, she replied, "I can't bweeve fwoo my nose!"

We watched the Drive Through History  with Dave Stott DVD about famous Americans this morning. We listened to our next Bible chapter on the computer because my throat hurts so bad I sound like Mickey Mouse.

Then I gave serious thought to just not doing much else. But my son finished "The Whipping Boy"--boy was that an ill omen. Thelma Lou and Earnest T. Bass had been well dosed with cold medicine and tucked into Momma's bed. I even served them breakfast in bed today. Then they got to watch The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and just rest .  The doctor's office called twice today to check on them after I had called them yesterday. They recommened rest and lots of liquids and by doggies, that was what they were going to get.

At some point during the day, I walked into the aforementioned bedroom to smell something. I was immediately alert because I haven't smelled anything all week. Then I saw IT. An Iron. On the carpet.

 While I was kneading some bread for dinner tonight, those two little  [spit it out Mom! ] blessings  had gotten the iron out, plugged it up, and proceeded to experiment with temperature, texture, and color change.  THEY SCORCHED THE CARPET!!!!

There is nothing more un-scary than a crazy mom lexturing in her most fiery Mickey-Mouse voice. That's when I had to use the secret weapon.  Dear old DAD! 

They thought this was just a spot I could get up with Sol-u-Mel from Melaleucca!  Good night, nurse, I wish I could!

Needless to say, the story didn't end there, but I will. However, they did manage to get in math lessons, spelling lesssons, phonics, lessons, handwriting lessons, and some reading lessons done with the remainder of their time today.

I didn't even try to do science.......we've had enough of that.

My dear friend Kasey was so sympathetic when I told her. "Wow, Ging, I feel ike Martha Stewart now that I've heard about your day."   Ha, ha, how droll!  But how could she not laugh? Big ham that I am, I played that story for all it was worth over the phone.

In the best outraged Mickey Mouse voice that I could muster.