The getting up by 10 thing did not go well this morning.
An epic Settlers of Catan game last night stretched into the wee hours (I lost spectacularly), so I let the kids sleep in. I was thinking 11, but every time I woke them up, then left to do something, they'd meander off to find somewhere else to sleep. There are far too many couches in this house. They have a gift for passive resistance.
On the positive side, the tutoring session went great. My eyes have seen the light! My kids were positive and engaged. It was the first homework session ever where I wasn't guzzling Tylenol by handfuls. Apparently, they save the moaning and groaning for me - worth every penny to have them be polite to a stranger.
Today, I am trying to focus on the youngest. He's a little left out, except for music. Not that he minds. It's amazing how he can find out-of-the-way corners to sneak off to while I'm engaged in Grade 11 Socials or doing the laundry. I found copies of all the Grade 7 work I could find in the files and we'll try that exercise the French teacher gave me. He's currently working on research for best city to live in during the Zombie Apocalypse.
B is working on math. It's all review at this point. I asked if he had finished the two pages I asked for. I should know better. "Yep!" was his response, but when I checked, he gave me a beautiful smile and said, "I love you, Mom." I still made him finish. He had to fill out a sample cheque; he signed his name with little hearts. I hope he gets to hand that in.
I'm not convinced the oldest did anything today but study a bit for his learner's permit. I asked him to research volunteer positions online. Apparently, this is the MOST IMPOSSIBLE THING IN THE WORLD. Perhaps it's because I only gave him one task. He can research anything on a game he likes, all while watching his phone and playing a game while Skyping. Next time, I'll ask him to do the research while dancing a jig and balancing our budget (now that IS impossible!).
I popped out for a few groceries this afternoon. When I left, I could hear a tuba braapping, B was reading his chapters on the couch, and A was attempting the impossible. When I returned, all the doors were open, and the house appeared to empty of life. Apparently, my absence had crossed the magic 4 o'clock threshold, the internet was again available and !POOF! everyone disappeared.
I know they're nearby. My kitchen has remnants of root beer floats in it. Little sticky splotches of it, spread generously here and there.
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