I love aprons because I always decide to make homemade pizza on a day when I’m wearing black. Halloween or Easter candy opens silently in an apron pocket. I love aprons because worn over a denim jumper and stained t-shirt I can still pull off a ‘put together’ June Cleaver look if I brush my hair and tie the waist of the apron tight. Aprons scream “I’ve got a handle on this domestic diva thing!” even if the cookies, or pizza, come out burnt. An apron is a craft I can make and not feel bad about soiling. And if I remember half way through crafting one that I hate sewing, it’s a simple enough project for my daughter to finish. (Guess what grandma’s getting for Christmas?) I love aprons because funny sayings look good on an apron but you don’t need to worry about being committed to that saying all day and accidentally offending someone; “Don’t touch the buns!” or “Hot stuff coming through!” are two of my favorites. The UPS man and pizza boy will call you Ma’am and tip their hats when you wear an apron. (Unless you are wearing the one about the “…buns.”) If you get caught chasing your kids down the street with a rolling pin in hand while you’re wearing an apron, it looks better than when the same thing happens and you’re not. Just try saying “But officer, those ragamuffins were getting into my pie safe!” without an apron. Aprons have so many uses besides the ones I’ve mentioned, hankie, dishtowel, pot holder and hiding spot for an exceptionally clingy toddler, that it’s a wonder they ever went out of fashion. If you want to upset a feminist, next time you’re pregnant, gather all your kids in the kitchen, put on an apron, take off your shoes and take a smiling picture. (Rejected ’05 Christmas card photo.) My husband finds me extra attractive in my apron, even when I’m not holding a homemade apple pie, cinching the waist or barefoot. Flattering, functional and fun, aprons are something I love.
Creating this blog, and compiling all my history lessons into book lists that anyone could understand and use has only served to remind me that I’m really not as organized as I try to be.
I enjoy writing, and I hope this blog serves as a useful, if only virtual, escape from the confines of my home. But in getting it going, it has been easy for me to allow ‘me time’ to encroach on school time or bed time or time that could easily be used for something more “productive.”
I have written up all sorts of schedules detailing how accomplish everything around the house, school work, exercise etc and not stuck with one more than a day or so. The only set times we’ve managed to adopt in our daily routine are meal and snack times. Woe to the child who dares ask for food outside the appointed hour, lest the hand of Mama smack them down.
I keep thinking the perfect schedule is out there, if I can just write it up and post it somewhere in the house visible to all, one day we’ll just all start following it without a second thought. There will be no stomach bugs, or explosive diapers, or uncooperative children to throw a monkey wrench in the works. On really wild days, I try to tell myself that actually I love the “flexibility” of homeschooling; the “freedom” to adapt our schedule to suit our needs. I’m not locked into a schedule that might “stifle our creativity.”
But by the end of the week, somehow despite an overwhelming amount of freedom and creativity, no one has starved, we have clean clothes and our lessons (except for map work, somehow we always forget map work) are completed.
Perhaps this post is my way of saying, I hope to post a lot, on a regular basis, when in reality I’m going to post whenever I can sneak off with the laptop and write something before the battery dies or the baby has an explosive diaper. If I mange to create, and stick to, a perfect schedule that includes uninterrupted Mama time, I’ll let you know.
There are quite a few books out there that expound classical home education. When my oldest was 3.5, I read most of them, and together my husband and I decided to embark on the adventure of homeschooling. It hasn’t always been easy…in fact, I can’t think of any school day when I’ve settled down in bed at night and related to my husband how easy things went…but I digress.
We have continued on this journey, and with only a few stumbles, namely that one month I wanted to embrace unschooling, have stuck with methods most closely aligned to classical thinking.
Much of the writing, copywork, dictation, reading, art and geography, is tied into history (or Latin.) I have based our history program loosely on The Well Trained Mind model and “Story of the World” series. Namely we follow a 4 year, consecutive history cycle beginning with Creation and ending at around 1989.
I’m boring you with all the details because over the years, I hear a lot from Mom’s who don’t do history because they hate history or who don’t won’t to bore their kids with typical textbook history. The second reason for this blog is to have a place where families can access my history materials to use.
Now don’t be thinking this is some grandiose lesson plan laden with internet linked activities, colorful printables and suggestions for field trips.(See the title of my blog). It’s a bare bones timeline and list of reading suggestions that can hopefully make history a, dare I suggest, FUN part of schooling, even if you hated history growing up. Or maybe just less of a chore?
My husband and I love history, and so far our kid’s seem to be picking up on the enthusiasm. I can’t always get a daily shower, but with a little effort and planning my kids can do something related to history at least 4 days a week.
I should mention we all enjoy reading history and visiting historic sites; we’re not historic reenactors or volunteer museum tour guides. It’s a healthy love, not an all encompassing passion. You won’t catch me sewing up authentic pantaloons for our trip to Gettysburg anytime soon.
So keep your eyes on the downloads page for links to my timelines and book lists. I’m hoping to get some sort of store display up too. (Yeah, I’m looking to monetize.I have five hungry kids you know.) Shoot me an email if you have any questions or suggestions. Want to argue over a date? Bring it! And just one note; my family is Catholic, so we’ve included many saints and Catholic sources. Please don’t let that deter you. The history of the Church is the history of Western Civilization.
I’ve gone and done it. Committed myself to another project with no end in sight. History diorama? No, a homeschool blog. Why? That’s what the ‘about’ page is for. But I will add, even homeschooling moms need a little socialization. This blog is for all of us dedicated HSM who need a laugh and a little boost when we feel down. So what if your laundry is in piles? So what if that science project from last spring is still “incubating” in the back of your fridge? So what if Junior didn’t bake hard tack during the unit on sea exploration?
If you’re in it for the long haul, or just trying to stay focused through the end of the week, I feel your pain. Having a sense of humor keeps me sane and will hopefully put a smile on your face as well.
Around here, it ain’t the Lyceum, but it’s home education that works for us.