So . . .

A-Robot-A-Day is taking all my time/motivation/effort in the blogging sphere.  I barely keep it updated.

But just so you don't feel like I've disappeared, here's a view of yesterday's living room/school room/dumping ground.

It was a post-apocalyptic/show/need-to-mail-stuff-to-Wichita-store disaster area.  I cleaned most of it up, and I found my desk!  But, boy, I'm exhausted. 

Hey, why don't I homeschool (for the first time ever) three different grades this year, start a Make Something 365 art project, and deal with a loudly opinionated, fast-moving tornado of destruction who is masquerading as a baby?

Sounds like a plan.

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

I'm experiencing guilt about not creating actual robots right now.  Between the Robot-A-Day project and homeschooling, I don't seem to find much time for hangin' in the workshop.

I just found out yesterday I got into the Maple Leaf Festival, so I need to get working now--you know, in order to avoid that panic-stricken, sleep-deprived couple of days before the event.

But I need to do a lot of things.  See?

There's piles and piles of stuff that need attention, and none of 'em look very fun.  Stupid life.

Week 2

First Day of School

Tomorrow starts Week 2 of The Great Homeschool Adventure.  We did, in fact, survive Week 1.  There were a few bumps along the way, but it seemed to go alright overall.

 

Cam really enjoyed it.

We tried to learn about descriptive words by putting a bag on one kid's head and having the other two describe the object using their 5 senses.  This is Jedi-5 smelling the object for reference. 

Ah, how studious!  Notice how Jedi-8's leg is a blur.  He is in constant motion.

This week, we're going to include a field trip for Science.  I'm also trying to figure out how to add in forced-slave-labor in my workshop.  Does that fall under the subject of Science or Math somehow? 

I miss my drill press.

Doomsday Looms

Tomorrow, I start homeschooling.  While I have a myriad of perfectly good reasons to back up my homeschooling decision, the 90% of me that's non-rational is slightly frightened.

I'm not so good with the unknown.  Or failure.  Or, let's face it, a positive outlook.

I hope I can get Jedi-8 to pay attention and Jedi-10 to be challenged.  As for Jedi-5, I just hope I don't forget to teach him something . . . especially with reliable, 'ole cranky-pants Jedi-0 in the mix.

I hope we make it through that all-important first day, no worse for the wear.

Mostly, I hope I remember to enjoy my boys.  They grow up way too fast.

OverRated

Sometimes I think vacations are overrated.  When you're getting close to the end and you can't remember what day of the week it is or why they call these things vacation, you know it's about time to get back to regular life.

Besides, I miss my drill press.

Woo-Hoo?

I was so excited to see that this blog and our other two projects (a-robot-a-day.blogspot.com and a-baseball-a-day.blogspot.com) each had a new "follower."  I mean, I'm now broadcasting to 10 whole people from this blog alone!!

Then I clicked on the followers and saw it was my mom.

Thanks, Mom.  Though it's a little like having you tell me I'm a winner in your book. 

An Offer You Can't Refuse

I would like our Suburban cleaned . . . particularly the inside. 

But I'm not talking minimum-wage-who-really-cares-"full-service"-carwash-clean.  I want it seriously clean.

Like if-a-mob-boss-had-whacked-a-guy-in-the-car-and-told-his-flunkies-they-had-to-clean-it-so-well-that-CSI-techs-wouldn't-find-even-the-slightest-trace-of-DNA-or-they-would-be-the-next-ones-whacked.

That kind of clean.