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PLAN. Plan plan plan. Oh, gods, plan...
Nov. 21st, 2010 10:59 pmWell, plan part one is get to bed before midnight. Now that illness-related infant jetlag is over, that might happen. It's lovely when Astrid is happy, engaged, interested, and active, but not at 2am.
Plan part two is tomorrow's to do list.
I want to get the kitchen sorted out, cook dinner, and do as much structured home ed as the girls are up for. I think it's time to introduce angles, triangles, the protractor, the globe and the clock, because I think Linnea will really enjoy that, but I could be wrong. It might be time to rehash fractions instead. Or as well. She's been complaining about the words twelve, thirteen, fifteen, twenty, etc, and refusing to count.
Today I agreed to pay Linnea 5p for unusual Helping At Home, though in general I'm against paying people to help around the house. Emer joined in and only realised at the end that she should be paid too, if people are getting paid. So tomorrow I might try to exploit this and bribe them to do more things, though I am adamant that I will not be paying anyone to learn anything; Linnea tried to get me to pay her to do reading earlier. Nu-uh. I said, and I quote "Learn or don't learn, it's up to you. But I won't pay you for it." I can't imagine any more effective way to stop her learning right off than to pay her for it. Urgh.
On the other hand, paying her to do housework might well teach her a good deal, in its own way. Or me. That's what the practise baby is for...
Anyway, kitchen. Dinner. Home ed. Swimming lessons. Somewhere in there, we need to wrap Christmas gifts, make Christmas cards, and get ready to send parcels places.
After the children are in bed, Rob and I hope to relax by shelving and cataloguing books. This isn't age and parental decrepitude; this is what Rob and I have long, long considered a cracking night in. Wicked, as Camilla might say.
Plan part two is tomorrow's to do list.
I want to get the kitchen sorted out, cook dinner, and do as much structured home ed as the girls are up for. I think it's time to introduce angles, triangles, the protractor, the globe and the clock, because I think Linnea will really enjoy that, but I could be wrong. It might be time to rehash fractions instead. Or as well. She's been complaining about the words twelve, thirteen, fifteen, twenty, etc, and refusing to count.
Today I agreed to pay Linnea 5p for unusual Helping At Home, though in general I'm against paying people to help around the house. Emer joined in and only realised at the end that she should be paid too, if people are getting paid. So tomorrow I might try to exploit this and bribe them to do more things, though I am adamant that I will not be paying anyone to learn anything; Linnea tried to get me to pay her to do reading earlier. Nu-uh. I said, and I quote "Learn or don't learn, it's up to you. But I won't pay you for it." I can't imagine any more effective way to stop her learning right off than to pay her for it. Urgh.
On the other hand, paying her to do housework might well teach her a good deal, in its own way. Or me. That's what the practise baby is for...
Anyway, kitchen. Dinner. Home ed. Swimming lessons. Somewhere in there, we need to wrap Christmas gifts, make Christmas cards, and get ready to send parcels places.
After the children are in bed, Rob and I hope to relax by shelving and cataloguing books. This isn't age and parental decrepitude; this is what Rob and I have long, long considered a cracking night in. Wicked, as Camilla might say.