After waking up at 2 and 5 to a cranky Dude that apparently just wanted some blankies to snuggle, I finally left my room at 7:54. WonderGirl was in the living room reading a book about planets, and the Dude was singing to himself in his crib. The day had begun.
I’ve been behind ever since. Blagh. As I lay in bed before I ascended on the day, I thought - “I HAVE to home school WonderGirl. If she was in school, she’d have to be there by now. I’d have to actually be UP.” And why not home school her? I taught her to read, we’re doing first grade math workbooks, we watch a ton of Bill Nye the Science Guy (THAT SHOW IS SO AWESOME) and the piano… but a few weeks ago at her preschool parent-teacher conference, the teacher raved about her academic prowess - the only problem she had was sitting still and waiting her turn to talk. And that’s the once thing I can’t teach her.
So basically she’ll go into school knowing too much, so all she’ll want to do is be a HUGE distraction. Great!
Why on earth does anything have to happen before 9am?!?!?!
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