While my friends are enjoying the sight of a big yellow bus rumble to it's designated spot, suck their children through the doors, & whisk them off to a wonderful place called "school"... My dd (dear daughter) & I get the lovely sight of... (insert sounds of trumpets here) The dining room table! Oh my stars. I can't believe that we're really doing this! For various reasons, the dh (dear husband) & I made the decision to homeschool our Noodle. I just want to go on the record here, & state that I COMPLETELY blame dh for this decision. I'm telling you that he has some sort of weird 'hot-for-teacher' thing that he never warned me about. However THAT is another blog. LoL
So here we are. Noodle & I & a whole bunch of unknowns. How am I going to teach her to read? How am I going to teach her science? How am I going to teach her fractions? Okay. Well maybe I'm getting ahead of myself a bit. Right now all I have are a bunch of workbooks, a pack of dry erase crayons, three boxes of crayons & a Goodwill clock, that I am pretty sure is supposed to be used to teach her how to tell time. Right now, I need to be taught how to get Noodle to keep her bum in a chair for more then 5 minutes. How great is this? The teacher needs to be schooled & she hasn't even begun to school her pupil yet! Does anyone else feel like they are going to be watching the train wreck happen by reading this??? B/C you are. I always said that I didn't send Noodle off to day-care b/c if she had to be in therapy one day, I wanted to be the person responsible for putting her there. Now, not only is she going to be in therapy... There might be a short bus in our future.
