If I’ve learned anything with homeschooling, I’ve learned to stop sweating the small stuff. Small stuff like using a normal human voice when reading a phonics lesson. Who cares, as long as his attitude is good, and I can hear and understand him? This is a tiny brief glimmer of one tiny smidgen of me doing something decent. Either that, or I’d rather deal with this than drama and headaches.
Also, months ago, the girls and I got haircuts. Here are the pictures. Because I’m sure you were wildly curious.