This is my homeschool “desk”. It’s actually just an old dining room table. I sit on one side, facing the kids, who are sitting across from me, next to one another. They used to have nice, soft, comfy office chairs to sit in, but they liked to spin them incessantly. Around and around and around, and I got tired of asking them to “STOP! STOP!!! STOP!!!! OMGosh… STOP SPINNING FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS IMMOBILE!!!!”
Now they have kitchen chairs and I have the only nice, soft, comfy office chair. Being a grown up and in control of my own body really does have its advantages.
This old dining room table-turned homeschool desk has a dividing line right down the center where an expandable leaf would go. You would think this would be a nice way of keeping the 4th grader stuff away from the 6th grader stuff, but actually, it’s just a way for the informers to keep me continually aware, moment by moment, of whose elbow/foot/pen/nose/eraser/water has crossed into their territory.
Those are the days I threaten the yellow school bus.
But why did I start this post again??? Oh yeah! The calm in my above described storm. Among books about history and math. Next to spelling lists and grammar rules. Opened opposite science journals, pens, pencils, scissors, and crumpled up papers. There sits a book that brings me peace. It gives me direction and offers hope. And in the midst of spinning, tattling, and threatened yellow school buses, it is just what I need, each and every day!
Thank you, Lord, for your written Word!!!!
