Planners, Schedules, and Lists

Hey look, it's me. I'm back.

Can you believe it?

I'm not sure I did anything totally sucky this week so we'll go ahead and talk about the first day of school. Y'know, the one that didn't happen?

Yeah. I did all this great organizing. I bought LifePac curriculum and sat down with my lovely new MomAgenda planner. I know that's not how it's supposed to be used, but when have I ever done what I'm supposed to do?

It was a gift and it's such a superb blue. My favorite. Okay, I like green that much too. Plus, I only have one kid and we don't have that many activities (because I'm the Ogre.) Anyway. Each Lifepac has ten different workbooks for each subject. I chose those because I think Zane and I need to feel a sense of accomplishment and that wasn't happening. I was overwhelmed, he was confused and school sucked. And it was my fault.

So I got out my handy dandy little planner and split up the first four workbooks into weeks and days (this took freaking forever) but I planned through the end of December.

You can click on the picture to see I did something other than scribble! The purple Post-It note is our cough*cough*schedule*cough*cough.


Then I took Zane's uber keen frog planner...
And wrote in the lessons for him so he could feel good crossing things off. And of course, because he has my OCD tendencies, he needed a copy of the purple Post-It note with the "schedule."
And the first day of school was supposed to start. Then I had to go watch my nephews and we started a day late and had to work on Friday. Except on Friday, I had made us eye appointments and we both had our eyes dialated and couldn't read for hours after. So then we had skip Friday and do school on Sunday. Since that's the next week, I'll save it for next week's blog.

But hey, I got new pinky-bling glasses!

And we did make it through the first week. Which totally surprised me.

On a Whim

Making rash decisions is sometimes my style. Personality tests can't figure out whether I'm a thinker or a risk taker. That's because I'm both. If I get a wild hair up my bum, I'll do something stupid like decide to start a blog that chronicles my failure as a Homeschooling mother.

I was writing an essay for my other blog when I decided that I liked the pretty blue and brown background from The Cutest Blog on the Block enough to start another blog. About homeschooling. Which I usually don't talk about. Because I suck.

And y'know everyone else has it all together and they have all their lessons planned for the year and their kids are perfect and all get stellar grades and make fabulous projects and do all sorts of charity events and volunteer their time and are in ministry and---screw that, okay?

I'm barely treading water. I'm choking, gagging, swallowing boatloads of water and no one's throwing me the lifesaver.

So there.

On most days I want to quit and I'm The Horrible Homeschooler.

Or the Ogre as my husband, Phil, calls me.


You'll see a post at least every Thursday.

Because Mondays suck
Tuesdays are Tackle it Tuesday
Wednesdays are Wordless Wednesday
Thursday are open
and by Friday I don't care.
I refuse to do this on Saturday or Sunday.

Maybe I'll post more than once a week. Maybe I won't. That's my prerogative (singing Bobby Brown style.)