
Our kids go back to their lovely primary school on Monday.
Thank the Lord for that.
I’m not sure we had another week left in us.
At times the tension in our house has been unbearable.
I’ll never moan about teachers ever again.
They officially do the hardest, most frustrating job in the entire world.
I’ve been reflecting on our two periods of lockdown homeschooling.
A few things have become very clear to me.
Here are ten important lessons I've learnt:
I’m terrible at it - or in my beloved’s words, ‘entirely useless’.
It puts a strain on married life.
Anyone who homeschools their kids out of choice is completely barmy.
The promise of half a bag of Skittles and a can of Cherry Pepsi usually generates about 20 minutes of reading.
Patience is the hardest of all Christian virtues to master.
Maths has got way harder.
No ten-year-old should ever have to know what a 'fronted adverbial' is.
Miss Dykes should get a massive pay rise and weekly deliveries of champagne, flowers and Belgian chocolates.
Daily exercise, prayer, and large glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape are essential.
My daughters are wonderfully resilient, my wife is amazing and I am entirely useless.
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