I am a tired girl.
We are back into school. It's a delightful term, full of lovely literature and relevant history and fun songs and beautiful art and music. We're learning about James Cook and listening to Chopin and practicing our Latin and French and working on Bennett Blanket and having a perfectly lovely time. Jemimah is playing badminton and hockey, and we're off to see The Australian Ballet dance The Merry Widow.
It is also a difficult term. I'm working three days a week from 9-7pm. It's a hands-on, highly demanding job, that leaves little time to actually teach Jemimah, and requires an incredible amount of self motivation for a nine year old girl. Each morning we rise early to complete Bible and memory verses and recorder practice before we leave. Jemimah narrates at lunch time. After work we finish up MEP maths and do our readings - she to me and me to she. Something like that anyhow. In between she does things alone: maths, French, Latin, reading, apologetics and history. It's hard, and she doesn't like it much at all. We have a few hissy fits, but all in all she's doing great, and I'm really proud of her.
By the time it gets to night time, I'm tired.
And so I've been sitting by the fire and crocheting.
Very soon now my stripes will form a cushion. Something like this.
Soon after that things should get back to normal.
That will be very excellent.
But now I am off to bed. Stripes are soporific I think.
Satisfying but sleep inducing.
Satisfying soporific splendid stripes.
Just thought you might like to know what I'm up to.
What are you doing? I'd love to know that too. I'll read all about you in the morning. Now I'm off to bed.