My Way and My Life, Home Schooling My One and Only

Feb. 22, 2008
Attending "Mom's Only" Night

Last night was our homeschool support small groups "Mom's Only" night.  Many of us look forward to this night all month, mainly because it gives us a chance to be among our peers, share, pray with other women, complain, laugh (I had waaaay too many of those last night), think, listen, talk, eat, eat, eat, drink, and be merry!  Some months I just can't seem to make it to the meetings.  I'm so glad I made the effort last night, in spite of the rain. 

I woke up this morning with a feeling of urgency.  You see our meeting was about organization.  I like to think I am pretty organized, but when we took a quiz, I ended up being a clutterer.  So, I was thinking all night, this is a great time of year, being so cold out, to better organize my life.  I did a lot of that last year when I knew Hubby was coming home for good (he worked away from home for 7 years).  Having one child wasn't that hard, after the baby stage.  But, many times I find myself doing all the household chores, while hubby and son sit on their butts, not helping me.  I am a clean freak, without the clean.  Thinking "I can do a better job myself" or "Why have them help, I just have to re-do it all over again anyway?"  Well, A BIG WAKEUP CALL! Last night I realized that things don't have to be done LIKE I DO THEM, to be right.  As long as they're done, AND I don't have to do it all by myself.  I mean, what kind of example am I teaching my son.  Heaven help him if he marries a "Princess" to go along with his "Prince."  Sad life, piles of pizza boxes and microwave boxes.  Dirty clothes piled everywhere.  Fish tanks filled with dead floating fish.  Petrified cats, etc.,...... you get the picture.  Yuck!

Our big morning fights are the same, every school day, he hates getting up, then trying to get him to make his bed before starting school, horrible.  It never happens.  I gave up the fight of getting him dressed and out of PJ's before starting school our first year.  Cute when your 7 years old, bad when your 14 years old and 6 feet tall.  Really BIG pj's.  But, now that Dad is home every day, he is seeing all the "bad habits" my son exhibits for me.  Dad has had at least 3 of "those talks" with him, over the past week.  Hopefully, we are on the road to change.  Motivation being what it is (no TV or video games as punishment), he has been getting up earlier and the bed is made by noon.  Its a start, but stress is down, and I think that's great.

 


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