Logan is sick.
Throwing-up sick, which is never fun. He doesn't have a huge fever, but he is couch-bound and unable to keep anything down. No interest in listening to stories. No interest in the elaborate tent that his big brother made out of his part of the bunk bed in an attempt to make him smile. No interest even in my pulling the t.v. out of the closet and offering up a screening of "Carmen Sandiego."
This is sick.
I am laughing inside, I have to admit. Golly, no ... not because my baby is sick! I am laughing because lately I have been reading two very contradictory books: "Christian Unschooling," and "Managers of Their Homes." I have been trying to reconcile the two philosophies--and the two inclinations I have in my own heart. I haven't found my way through it quite yet. But clearly, today is a day of Christian Unschooling. Because there will be very little Managing of My Home for the next 24 hours, I dare say.