Monday, January 26, 2009
The best of intentions
I stayed up until 10 last night working on school planning. This is a big deal because I am a 9:30 p.m. girl as a rule. But this was going to be The Week That I Got Everything In. The Latin Atticus has been begging for. The art study Jo is pining after. The flower dissection Logan keeps reminding me that we skipped over a few lessons back. The Eric Liddell book I have been ignoring for two weeks on the Sonlight schedule.
I squeezed it all in there. I even printed out lapbooking pages, people.
At 9 a.m., we were in motion. Work was getting done. Books were being read. Talk of math and quips in Greek were flowing around my kitchen table.
And then Mr. Blandings called sounding, well ... sheepish.
"Can I bring a lamb home?"
"No, you can't bring a lamb home," I replied, thinking: My house is on the market. I live in a suburban neighborhood. And, have you noticed, I am homeschooling and doing it with my whole being right now?
"C'mon. It's just a little lamb. The Ag Devo lady (Us non-governmental types call it the Agricultural Development Office) brought it in. It's only three days old. It can't even walk without falling over. She says we can keep it as long as we want and then bring it back. Man, is he a cute little fella."
I am such a sucker. Guess who's doing a unit study on sheep this week? No art study. No Latin. And the only flowers we'll be dissecting are the ones we might be able to feed Li'l Lamb.
I wonder if Eric Liddell liked sheep?