It’s been extremely challenging. In the stress and confusion of being out of our house for a month while remodeling and being under the strong influence of others, I temporarily lost my way.
But after reading the words “free choice” over and over in science-based parenting articles, I’m back. And as much as I have wanted to fight it, my children want to explore organized religion and Christian schooling. So badly that the oldest literally has invasive anxious thoughts about killing me.
So can you unschool your children when they want to go to school? We’ll see! Of course, I mean, it’s just been a while to convince me.
8 is working on a piano composition to the theme song of The Loud House, a Nickelodeon show.
And the plan is for us to go to church tonight.
He cared for the pets and tried to start a fire. (In the cental boiler–it’s ok)
Caring for baby chicks, eggs, etc.
Also piano lesson today.
We and our cabinets are being shuffled currently. Us, to different abodes while work is done on our house. Our cabinets, to a new open space that will soon be our new kitchen! I now sit in the basement of my mother-in-law’s house to report our doings for posterity.
Fred has learned about Abraham Lincoln as he reads an American History book we found in the basement. He completed his Saxon math assignment (I have been having unschooling anxiety–not fun, not pretty) because I have been needing a sense of progress and work based on my deeply ingrained schoolish paradigm. Some days I am “freer” than others. Yesterday we did several pages in an educational workbook I picked up from Aldi’s. We also read Genesis account of Adam and Eve as I am trying to expose them to Ambleside Online’s list of books and assignments. We have also gotten to Chapter 3 in A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh. His worksheets were about contractions, homophones, and word-problems with double digit subtraction. He has read the DK book, Battle, and Peanuts and Calvin and Hobbes comic strips. He is learning to play the song, “Wonderful Words of Life,” on the piano.
The struggle against negativity and criticism has been real. I really derailed after I went into my husband’s room and saw a thank you note that Fred and I had written for a friend of my mom’s on top of a stack of papers. I had decorated it with whimsical drawings and had said, “We really love spending time with you.” At the time, I had not meant anything flirtatious, I had included the illustrations to make it more personal and it is not unusual for me to be effusive in my friendliness. But I feared he had been angered by it by it’s conspicuous placement and upon rereading I could denote a hint of flirtation. It wouldn’t be a huge deal if the intended recipient was not a young unattached male. So I thought and feared about it too much and it has ruined my week. It is very important to me to be a good and faithful wife and I have worked really hard to be such so it was a total downer to think I may have violated my husband’s trust. But I don’t know how to bring it up without making it weirder. So I have decided to just continue to love and hope that in time I will totally forget this.
We went to story time at our library. It was a picture book about Mexico. We talked about fiestas, comida, Aztecs and Mayans, temples, ruins. Mariachi music played. We made sombreros and maracas and received wooden peg dolls painted like a Mexican girl.
We played Minecraft, navigated the computers and DVD players, checked out massive books on spy gear, Captain America, battle.
We played with the kids at BK, played more video games, watched The Secret Life of Pets, got bow and arrows at Dollar General, perused Goodwill, opened the door for a man in a wheelchair and helped some people pick up lots of pony beads when they were spilled.
We came home and ran a lot outside, took baths, dressed in our suits and went to the Mexican restaurant to have dinner with Uncle John. James went home to spend the night with Granny.
Freddie did math challenges on Khan Academy and wrote some passages from the book, Ultimate Spy.