So, we started school Tuesday morning, along with the majority of homeschoolers.
Or, perhaps i could say: On Tuesday I embarked on my journey to hell.
Really, it’s been pretty bad.
I don’t know if my sweet, thirteen year old is PMSing, or just swallowed a demon in her sleep, but my goodness she has been unnaturally cruel.
The good news is i have been unnaturally patient and loving.
The bad news is that this hasn’t helped, at all.
Today we start pre-algebra.
Now that I think about it, the past two days were probably merely the platform awaiting the train to hell. Today is the day we board…
and to think, i was naively excited to get back to a routine.
But don’t mind me, I am sick. And have been spit on and treated like garbage/called names for two days.
I need sleep.
In other news, I was so excited to finally get to sit down and do a hard edit on my novel while my delightful eighth grader worked on her independent work.
So far, the novel is losing 0-10,000,000,000. It’s not looking good.
Next week maybe.
This week I have to kick this cold’s tuck-us and sleigh the evil dragon of
a crazy thirteen year old pre-algebra… (Just kidding… of COURSE I mean the math and not the kid. Geesh.) I did beat her in bowling today. But not in tennis. Because i am the cool mom who not only gets up, while sick, to make her delicious breakfasts- but plays the wii with her and therefore TOTALLY deserves to be called ugly names and treated like garbage.
Just so we all know our place…
Wish me luck, and if possible, please send Armour…