Blog Dare Prompt from April 24, 2013 – But they’re lying!

It didn’t take very long at first sight of this prompt (out-of-order yet again) for my mind to go back and revisit all the different opinions that I have read and personally heard on people’s views on homeschooling of which I am an avid believer. Though I have no problem with traditional education as long as it is done properly and despite the fact that I am a proud traditionally educated person, I have home schooled my children from day one.  While everyone is most certainly entitled to their own opinion, I have found over the years that some people occasionally have a tendency to state their opinions as if they have actually been asked for advice on the subject.

This post will be a slightly sarcastic expression of one who is in a reminiscent frame of mind after having experienced the art of home schooling and is thinking aloud in response to the ‘un-asked-for-but-given-anyway’ opinions from various peers who lacked the ability to respect one’s freedom of choice. Here goes!

But they’re lying!

I really was able to do this and do it well! My children are learning, and they actually look forward to getting up every morning to work on their lessons. Well, for the most part anyway…I guess everybody wants to shoot hooky from time to time – on certain days. But still, they are learning. Who said that I needed a degree to be able to teach my kids to read, write, and master the basics of arithmetic? It surely could not have been our city’s school system where a host of their teachers are hired with mere permits. Do we use textbooks? Of course we do – doesn’t everyone use documentation – to aid in the very attainment of an education?  Oh wow – who knew that kids today need to be familiar to some extent in technology? I wonder if  they were speaking of that keyboard with the little screen where my six-year-old likes to sit while exploring scientific facts and oncology .   If I’m not mistaken, it’s called a  computer and comes in quite handy when learning to spell…by urging the young ones to sound out and type in what they are searching for instead of  waiting for mommy to tell.

Well as it goes for socialization, that’s a lie too. My kids can hold a running conversation with just about anyone, yes –  including you!    The subject of the lack of socialization seems to be the most favorite lie of all, but I’m quite satisfied with the fact that my students know to answer me when it is their names that I call. They also understand that they must wait their turn and only move when it is time, this profound experience occurs quite often in stores, as we wait patiently in line.   Why do people tell these lies? I never said that they would forever be on lock-down…never leaving the house to see the light of day…sometimes we even enjoy a nice walk downtown. Unable to interact with peers – what balderdash! This is pure rot! How can this be possible considering the slew of cousins they’ve got?      Even something as simple as respecting another’s personal space – another well-beloved and deceitful deal, which proves to be totally untrue when a child is taught that  ‘thou shalt not steal’.

The last and best lie of all…the one where my children can’t have this thing that normal kids have – RECESS  – a little exercise and fun during the day. I really was thrown for a loop, but after a bit of observation I noticed that my children regularly engaged themselves in a seemingly natural activity called ‘play’!

Oh, how deprived they must be…living a life of separation and growing up out of sync! This exclamation makes me well aware that some people just start talking…severely lacking the consideration to at first think.   Is the absence of an electronic bell truly this dire? Was it a crime for me to decide that I would be the one to tell them how to react in the unfortunate case of a fire? Are my blackboards, erasers, and chalk simply not good enough? Are my rulers not twelve inches long, or are our test days not quite as rough?

I still haven’t figured out why this subject is so crucial to those who don’t know. Why knock what you don’t understand just because society tells you so? Despite the lies, I will continue with what works, but it’s good to know that I am not alone; there are still some who believe that manners, respect, charity, and learning starts at home.


For all the true teachers out there who are trying to make traditional education a valuable asset to today’s children, I thank you. I was able to have wonderful teachers during my young years and I will never forget their hard work and dedication.

By the same token, many parents choose to home school their children for various reasons and I feel that they deserve to be respected also. At the end of the day it should not matter which method of education a child receives as long as it works and the child benefits from it.

Thanks for reading!


May 3, 2013 – Blog Dare Prompt – My Neighborhood…

My neighborhood is nothing like the one that I moved out of

Twelve years ago

Back then, there was never a dull moment

It’s not that way now – good? I guess so

I was so much younger then, newly married

Oh, what a time it was – didn’t get much sleep

No kids, partying, staying out late

The only young married couple on our street

He went to work, I stayed home

Cooking and cleaning our little love nest

I tried working for awhile

But we decided that my staying home would be best

There were a bunch of little kids always hanging  around

They were so much fun to watch out for

While playing right in front of my apartment

Occasionally knocking on my door

I would read stories to them and sometimes break up their little spars

They always came to me for band-aids

To cover their scrapes, cuts, and scars

When they wanted candy, they knew that they could come to me

I always kept a stash for when they showed up

It wasn’t that they couldn’t buy their own

I guess they just needed some time with a grown-up

I would check their homework and help them with their math

Telling them to always do better than a C

They hung on to my every word

Even called me Auntie

I wonder where those kids are now

What did they do with their lives

Why would someone have all those kids

But not help them to thrive

Where I live now is quite different

I now have my own children to raise

They will never need a play auntie

To show them love in their young days

I will watch them grow, learn and play

In my own back yard

I am their teacher

When their homework is hard

They have their mama to rely on

At any given time

My neighborhood is nothing like the old one

The kids I love now are mine















May 1, 2013 Blog Dare Prompt – Each Time That I am About to Accomplish Something…


education (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

I seem to get sidetracked by something else – totally!  I mean, seriously…I can be dead set on starting one type of project or another when something happens to stop me. Usually it is something  at home that needs to be dealt with immediately, and there goes my little project. It is not that I don’t plan well or that I simply do not possess the quality characteristic of being consistent, (though there is much room for improvement), things just happen this way for me. As a matter of fact, it doesn’t even have to be a an actual ‘project’ such as writing a new poem or post for my blog, nor does it have to be an actual home emergency – just regular stuff…whatever that is –  although this is the case a lot of the time. To put it plainly, it could be something as simple as planning dinner for the day, so I will use this common task as my ‘for instance’ in order to ultimately reach the main point of the actual gist of this post. For example, let’s just say that my plan for the day is to have dinner done before three o’clock so it will be ready by the time my husband gets home and I can be doing something else (like being here on the blog), get the laundry done, and maybe use my ‘break time’ between these chores to at least begin a new blog post. While separating the colors from the whites, my youngest will begin his daily campaign for snacks. All of this usually takes place after he has finished his mom-given daily educational online exercises followed by a nice session of Roblox gaming, and it is time for him to turn the desktop over to his big brother (6-yrs old). Herein lies the catch to feigned hunger.

This is a logo for Roblox.

This is a logo for Roblox. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I always give them breakfast first thing in the morning  and I make sure to give them a small snack a couple of hours later, so this young man is asking for snacks over what he has already been given. I can’t help but wonder if he is going through a growth spurt or something, because his appetite has been quite ravenous lately. It is as if I haven’t given him anything to eat since the day began, and when he gets this way, it can be just a tad annoying. I apparently am not able to sufficiently feed my rambunctious little lad of four years , because he is always sneaking into the fridge and upon being caught, he will continue to act as if I have given him the thumbs up as he pulls out turkey slices and cheese to make wraps or either a sandwich for himself. To give credit where it is due, he does have the common courtesy to also offer to whip up a snack for his siblings. He waits patiently for me to either give in or go off the deep end before attempting to continue on with his adorably manipulative ploy.

Now, I have always taught my children to speak their minds and to be clear on the points that they are trying to make…I guess maybe he took in this teaching a little too well. Persistent is an understatement when it comes to this kid with his constant questions of why it is not time for the snack, when he can have the snack and of course what time will it be when I make the snack. This array of questions will undoubtedly go on until I am finally able to make it stop. I consider it a plus that he usually knows when he has hit that last nerve and will sometimes cease the onslaught all on his own, but depending on the time, I will either leave the laundry and make snacks for all three of the kids, or give the youngest some age appropriate  educational tasks until snack/lunch time finally comes.

Needless to say, I have now been put back on the laundry, so as I am frantically trying to get that done, the day has practically gone by and guess what – I haven’t even thawed out the meat for dinner! I have completely forgotten that I was even supposed to me making dinner…at least until I hear the low growl coming from my own empty belly. Sooo, I end up moving backwards to get everything done while pecking away periodically at the keyboard for a quick post, much like I am doing now.

With clothes in the washer and a family pack of wings or thighs in the microwave on compu-defrost, I manage to get a paragraph or two in before it is time to transfer the clothes from the washer to the dryer before starting another load. (I am very seldom granted enough mercy to have only one load a day)…The chicken is still not thawed, so I take care of that while simultaneously fussing about the kids cleaning up various messes that have been made while I was trapped in the washroom with the clothes. Soon after, the cycle of snack propositions, a variety of ‘no’ answers, more 4-year-old geared educational occupying tactics, and keyboard pecking takes place before I am finally able to put dinner on well after three.

An attractive dinner setting

An attractive dinner setting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My husband walks through the front door to receive his daily greeting of jumps, hugs and kisses (I call it a physical attack) from the kids who are extremely happy to see him as if he has been gone for weeks before he asks what smells so good and when will it be ready. Just for the record, he is asking about the chicken baking in the oven and not me. My reply as usual, “When it’s done dude.” We both smile as he walks out the back door to feed the dogs and scoop poop while I try to remember to make sure that the house doesn’t burn down in the unfortunate case that I forget that I am cooking.

The day always (for the most part) ends with us all having a nicely non-burnt dinner, last clean-up and baths before bedtime, and even more typing before sleep overtakes us all. It was a good day. We have leftovers for the next day which will give me a little time to work on my post, yay! I made it once again despite being sidetracked into that abysmal pool of distracting forgetfulness due to well – you know.

My goal is to one day have myself as well as the kids on a ‘schedule’, but in the meantime what I have just described is an actual typical day in my household. I purposefully left out cleaning the house, making sure that the kids are getting their schoolwork done, answering a phone that never stops ringing, along with repeatedly changing my clothes to accommodate my daily dose of hot and cold flash turbulence…basically in order to explain my situation using a single set of scenarios. I had to do it this way because otherwise I would surely have found myself once again – sidetracked!

Despite all of the above, I have been used to things working this way for me for so long that while I am aware that this is not what most would call ‘normal’, it happens to be the norm for me until one day by some miracle, things change. If not, well…I am pretty much conditioned to having my last nerved jumped on, dealing with several worrisome situations at one time, and pretty much forgetting the rest until I finally remember it –  which on occasion is the next day or so. This no longer bothers me to a point where I want to pull my hair out, however it is still a bit annoying especially when I have veered so far off from my initial plan of whatever it was that I intended to do in the first place. Though I really could benefit from ‘having it another way’, I must accept it for what it is, embrace it, and move on because it is what it is and we are what we are. Just in case ‘we are’ as crazy as I think, I embrace that also – it is ‘our crazy’, and despite the unending annoyances, I love it!


housekeeping (Photo credit:

The one thing that I would never trade in or change is my group of three overly energetic yet exceptionally bright children. Oh yeah, I wouldn’t change the hub either, hahahahaha!! They all are my reason for living and my inspiration for wanting to do things that I have never done or thought that I would be able to do.

Just think of how this story would have turned out if I had actually added details concerning my six and twelve-year-old! I will have to save them for future posts, because I would never finish this one otherwise.

In a nutshell, each time that I am about to accomplish something… life happens.


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