We find ourselves well into our second week of school, and I’ll have to say that this year is so much better than last year I can actually breathe! Last year we were living with my brother and his family, homeschooling Edward at my brother’s kitchen table and trying to find a house because we had just left our all of our dear friends in South GA and moved to Middle TN.
What a difference a year makes.
Still, mornings are challenging with our group. We all like to sleep late, drink copious amounts of coffee before we can focus on anything whatsoever, and all require complicatedly different breakfasts with multiple tinctures and vitamins.
Today our morning began with the sighting of an enormous centipede in the middle of the kitchen floor!
Now it’s not like we eschew bugs in any way–we do have a giant pet millipede named “Mills”–but something about waking up to such a large insect prior to the ingestion of a single milligram of caffeine is unholy.
I immediately called for the boys in a loud (and apparently freakish) voice that summoned the whole family from their slumber, and was not the best way to begin a school day. Their frenzied tromping, not surprisingly, frightened the creature and s/he slithered under the toe molding.
We banged, knocked, blew, and shoved makeshift shivs into the space in an effort to coerce the fellow to emerge.
No such luck.
H even grabbed my hair dryer and tried to root him out.
S/he could not be moved.
This did not leave a lot of time for the preparation of gluten-free toast without crusts, soft-scrambled farm eggs or slightly undercooked grits. (One child likes the “grits crunch.”)
Repeatedly running back in to the foyer to see if the ‘pede had emerged was also a time-waster.
Still, we made it to school on time and we should have a topic to write about during journal period. Maybe our writing will even be legible today! Who knows?
It was just a centipede morning.