I wish I could say that we’ve gotten a handle on Emme’s Classical Conversation homework, but that would be a bold face lie. Yet I’m happy to report that no one has died needlessly, is in therapy, or has threatened serious bodily harm.
But I have spent a good deal more time locked away in the closet than usual. Not unlike Maxwell Smart, I’ve attempted to put as many closed doors between me and my stubborn first born as possible. Until I end up in the inner sanctum of my closet.
The crying room.
Honestly, it’s been like dragging her through thigh high mud to get her to buckle down and do the work. Much like her mother, when overwhelmed, she checks out. However, we are making small strides. And again, no one has died. I pray that our second week will go more smoothly.
Because we’ve had such a difficult week, I was especially looking forward to heading to the park. This is a wonderful time of socialization for home schooling mothers. And a time to be able to set the children free to assault all of nature, while still being able to keep a wary eye on the youngest of the group.
The threat of rain was ever present, but unless thunder and lightning enter the fray, we ain’t skeert. We hadn’t been there all that long and I was happily engrossed in adult conversation, when I heard one of the children come running over, “Look! A tornado!” I got up and peeked out of the pavilion across the field and into the sky. I saw a cloud, indeed dipping down, but noted no rotation.
I deemed everything to be okay, but the little ones were screaming and All The Freaking Out was beginning to wear on our already thread bare nerves. I began to watch our little cloud and noticed that it was dipping lower and forming a tail.
Well. I thought to myself. That’s not cloud like at all. About then lightning began to strike all around the FUNNEL cloud, and at every point adjacent to our little metal-roofed pavilion. I yelled for my children to head to the car. And at about this time, my SIL and I looked up to see two of her boys up on TOP of the metal-roofed building across from us. That was new. (I blame their new gymnastics classes.)
More panic and scrambling, while calling children from all corners of the park. Jensen and I made haste towards the car, turning our impromptu weather lesson into PE, by an inspired 400 yard dash.
The beauty of this park is that the actual parking lot is quite a distance from the playground. And at the same time, the resentment I hold towards this park is that the actual parking lot is quite a distance from the playground. Quite a feat when I was bound into a brace and crutches. But today, I’m happy to report, I had a good giddy-up still left in my saddle.
I made it to the car and turned around to see my daughters shuffling along, not wanting the fun to end. Making me have to yell at them in public. Which only serves to bolster the idea that home school moms are crazy. As we have no fear of yelling at out children in public. Or maybe that’s just me.
We made it out alive, after hearing the tornado warning sound at the local high school. And for the record, even though I’m a Texas girl, this was my first real tornado sighting. My friend Jules (from Kansas, tornado central) noted “DeeDee! You’re a storm chaser!” I replied, “Except that I was running in the opposite direction. Screaming.”
And interestingly, this tornado activity was located about a mile or so from our house.
Frankly, it was a fitting ending to a rather tumultuous week. Have a happy and safe weekend, everyone!