Some Weeks, Survival is the Best You Can Hope For

Hello, Friday! How did you get here so quickly, and what have you done with my plans for the week? I know they were around here somewhere…

Sigh. Here we are at the end of another week, and my lesson plans lie in the dust. Given the circumstances, I’m actually thrilled to have gotten even halfway through everything I’d wanted to do. My two older boys came down with a tummy bug, and the other two babies have a pretty severe cold. I have womanfully labored on with as much housework and schoolin’ as I could, even though I’ve got the mother of all head colds myself.

I’d been feeling guilty about the amount of schoolwork that didn’t get finished until I remembered that I’d read recently that the average first-grader receives about six minutes a day of individual instruction. The rest is busywork, shuffling papers, and waiting in line. Even with our limited schedule, we managed to do twenty times that, so I guess I don’t feel too bad about my morning on the couch.

Since I spent the morning napping, I’ve gotten precious little writing done, so I’m going to send you off to your weekend with a fun image found on one of the kid’s meal bags at Chick-Fil-A earlier this year. I have helpfully circled the correct answer for you:


Now I’m off to take a very hot bath. See you next Friday!