I've developed an infatuation with the idea of homeschool. I would write the word "love" in place of infatuation, but I'm not sure I'm there yet.
This morning Colin went off to nursery school and Caleb is indulging me with an hour and a half nap so far. With this "spare" time, I was able to tidy up the living room, throw in a load of laundry, clean up my desk space, bake some homemade buns, listen to a radio program, and have my own personal bible study and prayer time. This is unheard of in my life.
If my boys were home all the time, I can't imagine where I would ever get in any of this. From the time (often before 6am) that I'm wrenched from a few hours of sleep until 8:30pm when the boys are generally sleeping, my boys use up all my focus. As it stands, the house is generally untidy, I'm always behind on laundry, and James has been wondering if I'm on a bread strike lately. My bible time is usually loaded up on one day of the week and prayers are prayed either hurriedly as I attend to my children or at night as I lie in bed about to drift off.
My hope is that this is just the stage my family is at. Both of my boys demand my attention all the time. Caleb generally cries to be held all day. I, of course, can't comply, and so often have to endure his mad screams as I maneuver around the house with him attached to my leg. Colin is learning to play on his own, but doesn't like to be by himself for more than a few minutes. I can be almost certain that trouble is brewing when I don't hear any noise coming from the playroom.
I have relished these two hours this morning he has spent at "school", and am equally grateful that Caleb actually napped so that something could be accomplished. And as I sit here and indulge in writing, I wonder how mothers who homeschool manage to get anything done when they have 3, 4, 5 or more children under foot all day. Right now I usually run around like a chicken with my head cut off between 8:30 and 10:30pm trying to keep up with everything that needs doing, as these are the only hours in the day I have to devote to stuff like that.
Am I alone in my wild world? Have I missed the boat in teaching my children to amuse themselves, or at least be a little more mild-mannered? Is there a secret time of the day I don't know of? Or must I patiently endure this crazy time of life, simply trying to cherish the young ages of my kids, and know that things will smooth themselves out eventually?
Ahhh. The little one is crying again. The dishes, the vacuuming, the laundry, the dusting (do I even have a duster?) the lawn and the soup will have to wait for another day.