My baby, my son,

he looked at me today.

Out of nowhere,

locked eyes, told me,

“I’m not afraid.”

Good, baby, good.

Go forth; yes, be brave,

’cause your mama can’t think

of one good thing

fear ever gave.

Homing In

So.

The plague is upon our house. We are 80% contamination.

‘Snot fun.

I was the first to usher the plague in, and therefore I was the first to recover.

I am playing nurse a house full of various degrees of sick.

One on the more severe end, involving spoonfuls of crushed ice every five minutes.

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My house is in chaos, and I am inexplicably at peace. 

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The Moms Are All Right

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If your child has made it past infancy, you’ve almost certainly been there (if you haven’t, pin this for later…just in case): your kid has been that kid. The one that makes the bad choice. The one that bit just two days after you said they’ve never even considered biting. The one that calls another child a horrible name, the one that becomes the talk of the school. The one that does something that you had labeled “not in MY house.”

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Mayday

Am I the only homeschool mom who uses May for self-assessment?

The truth is, I love homeschooling. It genuinely excites me. But I’m not married to it; I have always said that we will only do it as long as it is working for us. This year had lots of starts and stops with two moves and quite a few life changes and growing pains. This year was not our normal. Jo breezed through and managed to conquer half of the grade ahead, but over all, it’s been more challenging than any year other than Bay’s first.

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