By Bernadine Sevy
I love to home school but there are days that I want to march all these
kids over to the elementary school and hand them over to the principal.
They goof off, chat up a storm, distracting everyone else, hand me stuff
that a decipherer couldn’t read and take all day to do their schoolwork
with me standing over them.
So while spitwads fly, pandemonium rules I sit back and daydream....
I’m in Barnes and Noble, lounging in a deep, soft chair, soft music
soothing me. Of course, I also have an unlimited supply of money to buy
every book on my wish list.
Or
I’m in a scrapbook store, cropping my heart out, no
18 month old demanding to use my smashed markers and dulled x-acto knife,
because the kids used it to debark a tree limb.
Or
I’m at the grocery store buying ingredients for
exotic meals my kids would never eat. They think that macaroni and cheese
has to be the most desirable food on the planet. The isles are empty,
there’s that soothing music again, and I have hours to examine the racks
of variety. You’d understand this part if you were from a country that
carries one brand of toothpaste. No kids to hijack the shopping-cart, lots
of space to put the groceries because the toddler isn’t in the seat, the
4 years old in the cart and the baby in his car-seat across the top.
Back to the present...
I’m sitting in my chair, Caleb on my left leg,
bouncing his curly head against my throbbing collarbone, Joshua nursing
from my right breast trying desperately to stay attached and the children
have finally decided to settle down and cram as much schoolwork into the
remaining hour so that they don’t miss their free time. There is a time
and a season, Barnes and Noble will be there tomorrow, I can buy new
markers and fit my x-acto with a new blade and I can learn to like
Macaroni and cheese... kind-of.
I’m living my dream!
