Tongue Tied

So, here's the fabulous thing about homeschooling. You can totally take a second spring break if you need one. I wasn't planning on taking most of this week off. In fact, I had written out a strict schedule detailing exactly how much we needed to do each day so we could be DONE on May 31st. Every morning lately has been work, work, work. But we're not taking a break because we're burnt out, we're taking a break so I can get my ducks in a row. Last week, I just happened to be on Pioneer Woman's homeschooling section, and there was a question from a homeschooling mom about how to teach her child with Dyslexia. I started browsing the comments, because that's what I do. I'm a dedicated blog comment reader. As I read, other moms were using terms and websites I wasn't familiar with, but in between the jargon I started to notice something very familiar. They way they were describing their dyslexic children's learning styles sounded exactly  li

Since I didn't do Ten on Ten this month (well, technically, I did  take pictures, but only came with 8 so I ditched the post), I'll happily provide a stupid list of ten bites of randomness. 1. Sunday is the only  day that Homegirl will sleep in past 8 a.m. Every single other day, she's up at the crack of dawn. I do not appreciate her schedule or her willingness to be such a heathen. 2. I'm still super busy--far more than I prefer to be. I will be so thankful when this school year is finally over. I'm feeling burnt out and so over  multiplication tables and trying to get Thing One to spell the tiniest words right. It's an ironic torture that a grammar perfectionist such as myself, who spends so much time judging people for their spelling and grammar on social media, has produced a math brained child who consistently forgets that words need vowels. I feel that he must be doing this on purpose. 3. My latest exciting development is that I have brushed up on my

My brain is tired. I haven't been able to find the time, let alone the inspiration, to blog the last few weeks. March was the sort of month that you come to the end of feeling ridiculously exhausted, but everything's a blur so you're not sure why. "Ridden hard and put away wet" as my mom would say. And then we'd all snicker at her, because she's a hillbilly and we have dirty minds. I don't do well with business. Not the normal business of life, like getting chores done and taking care of the kids. It's the extra  things and the stuff that's not routine that makes it hard for me to focus. Things start to feel cluttered, both physically and mentally, and the walls seem to close in on me. When business starts to heat up, I feel a bit like Homegirl when she's taking a walk. She doesn't want to hold someone's hand, she wants to blaze her own trail. But when the authority takes her by the wrist and leads her, it's a bit more li