There's just a little something to be said for routine. And I may be able to say it if I ever can get a word in edgewise with our crazy unpredictable life. Maybe I can get Madeleine to plan ahead, say 24 moves or so.
Despite still flying by the seat of our pants some days, I must say I am loving homeschooling with the girls. And you were so nervous for me. (That was a Grover thing, in case you missed that episode of Sesame Street. Grover's still my favorite. Elmo is cute, but he'll never be the Big G.)
It's a certain brand of fantastic to witness the girls learning, to actually participate in that learning process regularly. I admit, I was worried I'd never have a minute (um, I don't) to myself, but this is better than a whole month of solitary cafe moments.
The girls were concerned, too, about the big change. But they are easily slipping into good habits with their studies. I think I'm lucky. This is not to say they don't still strive for their legendary levels of sass.
For example, when we recently had to rush Danger Girl in for the aforementioned skewered foot, I was a little eager and excited to point out all of the Latin root words in the hospital equipment. I was quizzing the girls quietly on how many "bio" words they could name (Yes, I'm embarrassing like that. Isn't it a mom's job?) in between CNAs telling us to be patient, the doctors were all busy, when Sarah whispered loudly, "Mom? Uh, Mom? School's over today."
So, yes, we're going buggy (and froggy too), but homeschooling is going well.
(Must add: The Praying Mantis only stayed in the Bug Observation Unit for a couple of hours. He is now living out his natural life or not in the great Farm Suite.)