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I’m taking the day “off” today to do some long neglected and way overdue ORGANIZATIONAL stuff. I like being organized but why does getting organized have to hurt so much?
Take the math, please. (barum pum, tshhhh!) Like my rim shot? You should, I played drums in school. (Checking to see if Kim is paying attention.)
Anyway, the math, for just the 3 youngest kids, I am making/have made 4 pages per kid, per day. So the equation looks a little like this:
3 kids times 4 pages per day times a variable number of weeks left in the Summer depending on how I look at it minus another variable number of days each particular kid gets to go to work w/Dad equals about 4 million pieces of paper I have to sort, 3-holepunch and put in logical order in their respective notebooks, and then we have to factor in the distance I can get from this pile of papers if I jump in my Suburban at 12:30 p.m. and head north at 90 miles an hour on 3/4 of a tank of gas (assume a 32 gallon tank when full) and a track record of 15.5 miles to the gallon, because math makes me run away screaming under the best of circumstances, and we’ve already covered the fact that this day is no fun whatsoever.

And NO, the kids cannot help do this! Do you want to see what I look like bald-headed from all the hair pulling that would bring on? Good. Then why even bring it up? OK. I’m glad we got that squared away.
And now you may well ask, “I thought you LURVED that Teaching Textbooks math?” And my answer to you is, yes, yes we do love TT to the max! But there is a familial trait at play here, one that causes math facts to bounce off of our brains like a watermelon dropped from the window of the third floor into a swimming pool filled with jello mixed to four times the proper density, as in “jello jigglers.” Plus, Rachel is not ready for 3rd grade TT yet. Maybe she will be after this nasty Summer-O-Math-Facts-Bootcamp.
BTW~ all I really got online for just now was to look up that math drill site and print off some more pages. Stop distracting me already!
giving them rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling their hearts with joy and gladness. We acknowledge that the heavens over us might have been brass, and the earth under us iron. We have justly deserved the calamity; and Thy power, without a miracle, could have inflicted it. But though Thou hast tried our patience, and awakened our fears, Thou hast not forgotten to be gracious. We praise Thee for sending us the seasonable and plentiful rain, by which Thou hast refreshed and revived the drooping fields, so that the earth promises to yield her increase.


















