Yer Blues

  I like the Beatles, guess that explains the title.  But I am feeling a bit blue.  Perhaps I'm just tired.  The school year is going well, at least I think so.  My husband is teaching the two days that I work, and I think that's great.  He and the boys are learning how to school and do whatever it is boys do.
  I like my job.  The people are nice.  Because it's a low cost vet clinic, I don't feel like I robbed someone, when I leave work.  I meet quite the array of interesting people.
  Co op is going wonderful.  We haven't been able to meet with our TWIGGS co op at all this year.  They meet on the same day that we have classes at our other co op, and the field trips are on days that I work.  It's a little disappointing  but there's not much I can do about it.  I am very happy with our curriculum this year.  Phonics Road 2 is excellent so far, as is Singapore math.  We've done a unit study on weather-we have quite the little meteorologist, and will be starting a unit on rocks.  The little guy is doing a little more letter work.  My husband is a little frustrated that he doesn't know all the letters yet, but he'll be fine.  I didn't teach our oldest to read until a little after he turned 5.  And we are slowly going through the history timeline.  The boys are both enjoying Egypt currently, and being mummies!

A job come and gone

  I know, it's been almost two months!  The past two months have been so hectic here.  I was getting very stressed out in May at not having an income producing job.  The school year was ending and I had 10 weeks to go yet in our LA program.  Not that I follow the school year, but my husband has different ideas about schooling through the summer than I do.  And mom was coming for a vist-greatly looked forward to though.
  So, mid May I find a job working with my first love-horses.  To say I was happy is an understatement.  Yes I was doing stalls again-but only 3, so I couldn't complain much.  I had a mare to work and train, which was great.    I could pursue my dressage training.  Hours were good-morning work.
  It was an adjustment though.  I felt like I was missing a lot with my boys, since we do a lot in the mornings.  It helped when mom got here and kept them going.  Dad learned to be more patient with them and the boys ate up being with him more.  His job took a very downward turn and he started working for himself, which is actually working out.