Homeschool day 57 of 180
Government school day 46 of 170
Lorena went to take her second Calculus midterm exam yesterday. When I got home after work, she had just left to take the test. Kelly and Christian were just finishing up their homeschool work. After eating a bowl of soup, we spent an hour and a half doing correcting assignments and reading the next chapter in Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze. We have to rush through things on Mondays because Kelly leaves for her babysitting job at 6:15, Lorena arrives a little after that (like a tornado when there is a test) with just enough time to eat a bowl of chili, then whisk Christian off to Cub Scouts at 7:00 with all the chasing around the house required for him to get into his uniform. Then the house is quiet and I am alone for a couple of hours.
You would think I would like a little quiet after so much turmoil during the day at work and the ongoing uproar of two tween age kids. Last night I told myself that the reason it does not feel so comfortable is that, after twelve years, I am used to the noise of kids in the house. On reflection, though, I realized that I never did feel so comfortable, even when I was a bachelor, to be all alone. I read a lot of books on a lot of weekends and evenings, alone in empty apartments. Many people are good with that. I even enjoy it for short stretches. For my part, it is much nicer when someone is there to read with me or go out for a bite to eat or go shopping or work on a yard project.
As Thanksgiving approaches, I am thankful for my family and the noise they make.