This post is dedicated to all of those Mum’s out there who teach their own children. I really do not know how you do it. Seriously, I bet you also cook for a gazillion people, do the gardening and every other shitty job on the place. And I bet you do it all without shedding a tear (and more often than not for no pay either). Well, you probably don’t but in my head you do. This week I am teaching, only for 4 days, but already I am defeated. And I am not cooking for the staff, in fact I have taken Easy Street and am getting take away from the kitchen. Didn’t think I would over commit any more than necessary.
Sunday saw me doing my prep work for the week to follow. Familiarizing myself with the school work and noting down what needs to be done. I thought it was best to be organised because I am on a quest to be a more patient, easy going and less stressed Mum and Wife. We’ll see how things go.
I have been trying to prepare myself by listening to an audio book I downloaded a few years ago called Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff….. my god, it is so relevant, let me tell you. All about having more patience basically. I definitely needed to listen to this book. Now that my children are all home, from their week away, I have made a pact with myself to be a happier, more patient Mum and not stress about all the mess…..maybe one day I will have a clean house…..one day. But this is not the week to worry about clean houses. This is the week to worry about my children’s education and how best to wrangle a toddler, and two students, in the school room while teaching.
This week I am determined to turn a blind eye to the train tracks all over the floor, to the lego thrown everywhere, to the junk covering the dining table and to the un-made beds…..ok – these are never made…..so that one will be easy!
What a joke….who am I kidding…… all of this patience bullshit went out the window with my sanity after only 28 minutes in the school room. Yes, that’s right folks, this “patient and happy” Mumma was in tears by 8:28am! After thinking I was pretty organised and had my shit together I then found out that Tom does in fact have science this week …… let me tell you that this WAS NOT on the timetable. O hang on, we got a new timetable just 30 minutes before school started…..but what about all of that prep we need to do so we actually know what we are teaching……I was a raving lunatic. Didn’t even think we had the science unit, but alas I found it in the car – for safe keeping. Disaster averted. Tears were dried and I tried to pull myself together.
Lucky I enjoyed a lovely smoko in the kitchen because there was no lunch break for me! By lunch time I was distressed and in tears again. How dumb does one feel when they can’t teach their child year 4 maths……fractions just are just not my bag baby, and never have been. Holy cow, this stuff was hard and I had no idea how to teach him, he actually knew more than me. So after a phone call to Mrs Sav in tears she convinced me to scrap maths and just keep moving. Good idea Mrs Sav, thanks for coming to my tearful rescue. So I pulled myself together…..again……and got on with familiarizing myself with the Science unit – Ready, Steady, Grow – sounds like a thrill a minute doesn’t it. Yes we made the seed head and now have to watch it grow and take photos everyday.
After my first day in the school room I feel I have aged about 30 years and I am drained. My day certainly didn’t go as planned. Tomorrow I have a new fully detailed plan (watch that go out the window) and hope to get Clancy into bed for a sleep in the morning to give us all some peace. Toddlers and school rooms do not mix. So it appears I cannot take my own advice, I keep sweating the small stuff. I need to learn to Move with the Cheese. Easier said than done.
So that is my day….surely things will be better tomorrow. High fives to all of you brilliant Mum’s out there who do this gig full time…..all I can say is that I am glad I put some Chardonnay in the fridge last night! THANK GOD!!! I think that the kids and I would have to move to town if I had to do this teaching business everyday.
If you don’t hear from me for a while I may have been locked up for murder, or I am just lying on the floor with my bottle of Chardy.
PS: yes there are probably a heap of mistakes in this post, and it probably doesn’t make sense but I am beyond caring……Happy Hour is only 16 minutes away…..Cheers x