"It could be heaven or it could be hell." the Eagles, Hotel California.
Homeschooling is an indescribable beast with challenges and rewards that can't be explained. That said; in an effort to tame the beast I have searched high and low and tried different things for organizing and managing our time and our stuff. Mountains and mountains of stuff.
Last spring or so, several of the homeschool blogs were raving about the Workbox system.
So, I decided to try it. I am going to test it with the girls for a while first, before adding Trey.
I already had a wire rack, but the plastic shoeboxes I have are to big to sit in it (and are ugly). So I bought these cute little Sterilite containers at Wal-Mart. Little being the operative word. They don't hold very much. Also velcro, laminator sheets and lots of little boxes of crayons, colored pencils, etc.
I will post pics and let you know how it goes.
Never a dull moment
Saturday, August 14, 2010
It's a pl
"It's not a plan, but it's definitely a 'pl'." ---an episode of Friends.
Even though I decorated the playroom last year to be more fun and kids friendly
(see pics above) it isn't really conducive to all of our schooling. The breakfast nook now holds a mini kitchen (all pink). Thank you Santa. That leaves the dining room. Our tiny, crowded dining room. Well, one brutal clearing out of junk and a trip to IKEA and we are on our way. (again, pics to follow.)
Now, I just have to get our curriculum mapped out.
New Beginnings
"Ain't we lucky we got 'em, Good Times!"
A few years ago, Staples had a commercial that featured a harried mother frantically trying to do her back to school shopping. The grabber, though, was the background music playing cheerfully, "It's the most wonderful time of the year." If I saw it this week, I don't know if I would laugh maniacally or throw something at the TV.
Well, our wonderful school time really sneaked up on me.
First of all, I am not a planner. AT ALL. Never have been. Don't know how we have managed this long in life not knowing what we were going to do from one day to the next.....oh, wait, what were we talking about? Oh right, school.
Secondly,we homeschool. Year round. Yes, we are weird, unsocialized homeschoolers. (Somehow my computer does not recognize unsocialized or homeschool as words.....Ooops off track again.) Until now, poor Trey has received the brunt of my efforts at teaching, but this year, Helen and Hope will need, you know, learning and stuff. How did that happen? They were babies just yesterday.
Thirdly, It is too hot to think about school, or anything else.
And finally, how in the heck am I going to manage all 3 of them? So, back to Number 1, I need a plan.
A few years ago, Staples had a commercial that featured a harried mother frantically trying to do her back to school shopping. The grabber, though, was the background music playing cheerfully, "It's the most wonderful time of the year." If I saw it this week, I don't know if I would laugh maniacally or throw something at the TV.
Well, our wonderful school time really sneaked up on me.
First of all, I am not a planner. AT ALL. Never have been. Don't know how we have managed this long in life not knowing what we were going to do from one day to the next.....oh, wait, what were we talking about? Oh right, school.
Secondly,we homeschool. Year round. Yes, we are weird, unsocialized homeschoolers. (Somehow my computer does not recognize unsocialized or homeschool as words.....Ooops off track again.) Until now, poor Trey has received the brunt of my efforts at teaching, but this year, Helen and Hope will need, you know, learning and stuff. How did that happen? They were babies just yesterday.
Thirdly, It is too hot to think about school, or anything else.
And finally, how in the heck am I going to manage all 3 of them? So, back to Number 1, I need a plan.
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