It's been a tough week.
Yesterday we all finally exploded and ended up shouting and screaming at each other. There were tears from almost everyone.
It was useful though.
Once everyone was calmed down. Children were cuddled, plied with snacks and given free reign on kindles while DH and I worked out just what on earth we were going to do.
Homeschooling 3 children is hard and we are not coping. I confessed that I felt like I was doing 500 things at once and all of them badly. DH confessed that didnt like being a teacher to our children and wanted to be a Dad again.
We came to the conclusion that our childrens education is important BUT what they were learning right now wasn't. The lessons being set by the school are ridiculous.
Does my 8 year really need to know fronted adverbials?
Should my 10 year old be crying over converted frations?
No, was our answer.
So this morning we told the school we would be focussing on an hour of maths, reading and writing each day.
Already the older three seem happier and more free.
DD1 looked at newspaper articles and wrote her own article in the same style.
DD2 learned about fractions in the kitchen with a pizza.
DS read a book with his Daddy about dinosaurs and then wrote a little book report about it.
It was good old fashioned fun learning and I honestly think they picked up more today than in the past week.
This afternoon we took 5 cheerful children to the park to burn some energy rather than drag 5 fed up and angry children out before they tried to fight each other.
It felt like freedom.
Long may it continue.
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