I’m really not fond of grey, wet days. The odd one or two I can cope with but when it goes on for a week or more I get rather miserable and a tad snappy. Housework becomes much more of a chore, even getting out of the bed in the morning can be hard work. When there are four little bright eyed children bouncing around the house and wanting to learn, I don’t have the option of curling up under my duvet, stuffing my face full of chocolate and watching movies (at least not every day!)
This week has been one of those grey weeks. I have to admit that the house isn’t quite as tidy as I’d like it and we haven’t done as much as I would like to. I’ve had moments when I’ve thought I’m not doing very well as this educating lark. Then I look back at what we have done.
We’ve played monopoly, learning about money and property. How to play together and take turns, and for some of us how to be a graceful loser. We’ve played card games, learning maths as we played Elevens and clock solitaire. We’ve done water play, playdoh and painting. The girls have had there swimming lessons, and we met up with our home educating friends at soft play (and socialised). We’ve cooked dinner together, and read books. We’ve talked about the Monarchy, old and present, and why there have been more Kings than Queens. We have looked again through our microscope at various things from cornflakes to polystyrene. We shared sparklers with friends.
There have been computer games, but in that they have learned strategies, how to defeat their enemy in war or create a working rollercoaster. We went to the cinema and watched a film about a girl dealing with her emotions. We caught a bus home, working out the route and bus we needed and what time we had to catch it.
It seems that even in the times I don’t feel like the children are learning, when I feel like I’m failing, that are really are learning.