Smelly Old Sock
This school year is much, I think, like this particular blog: stuck in the past. It feels as if we’ve made little to no progress since the beginning of the year in many areas. Gillian still doesn’t have her addition facts memorized; Gillian still cannot recite the entirety of Sara Coleridge’s The Year, despite months of work; I still have not organized the school area of the house. Life and time keep flowing past us, causing me no little bit of distress. There are the successes, yes, but they are not many.
If one can be said to have failed a year of homeschooling, then surely I and this year so far do qualify.
However, like this blog, it can be restarted. Like a smelly old sock, we can wash out the grime, dry it, and begin again. Gillian is young and resilient, and time cannot be brought back, but it can be made up.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
