I just took Nyquil and am heading to bed soon, so I thought I'd go ahead and post for Tuesday.
Lest it sound as if everything is working at our house, here's a typical conversation from a day when I'm trying to homeschool all four kids.
The girl who's doing math: "What's wrong with me? I can't remember 8 + 5."
Me: "Sure you can, Honey. You've known that for a long time."
Wenxin: "I don't have anything to do."
Me: "Here, why don't you draw a picture in your sketchbook until Mommy is ready to teach you."
Girl who's doing chores yells from the bathroom: "Something's wrong with the potty."
Wenxin: "Too hard." Scribbles something and begins to cry.
Me: "That's good, Wenxin. It doesn't have to be perfect. Just do your best."
Wenxin, wailing now: "That IS my best." Mumbles loudly enough for me to hear: "Not good. . . not good at all."
Me: "OK, Honey, why don't you just play for a little while."
Wenxin: "Play what?"
Girl who's doing chores yells from the bathroom: "Don't you care that something is seriously wrong with the potty?"
Girl who can't remember 8 + 5 starts to cry.
Nathan walks by and says, "Mom, do you think it's possible that there really might be parallel universes?"
I utter a silent prayer thanking God that we don't keep firearms in this house.
Hanging on to my sanity by just a thread,
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