Last night, we watched lesson one of Math-U-See, after Mommy put the smack down on three little ones. I'll be honest, I didn't watch the Math-U-See DVD in advance like I was suppose to so I was a little shocked at how basic cable looking it looked to me and those off-camera kids, I"m not a fan of, but bygones. We got through the first lesson on place value and how the tens, hundreds, and ones (called units in this curriculum) all live on decimal street.
We took out the manipulatives and started working with them and then Jory and I both understood what the math teacher had been explaining. We did ten different numbers, while the girls played happy with the manipulatives and treated them like Legos. Jory wanted to do more, but since it was 10:30PM, I thought it was time to go to sleep. Yes, I did say 10:30PM, this night owl of mine is trying to change the way my mind works and my sleeping habits.
Cut to next morning:
After a fifteen minute teeth brushing debacle, we were out the door only 5 minutes late. Dropping the girls (whom started school beautifully last week, the Baby acts like she's been in school her whole life) off, I realized I left their tuition check at home or rather I never made out the check because I never went on the hunt to find new checks because my room still looks like WW III happened because of the never ending construction. Totally have to do that tonight. I get them out the car without ever getting out of the car because I fear Jory and I are running behind.
In my mind I created my own route to get to Jory's daycare because the routes I was given on Mapquest, I feared would be marred in traffic. Jory and I go over his phonics and spelling words, words that end in "at". Then he is entertained by the police cars he sees, the trash trucks, the city buses, and the helicopter flying over head. I ponder if the terrific trio needs to start waking up earlier so I can get the Irish twins, Jory, and myself all to our various locations by 9AM. I wonder if I'll have enough time to explain to his daycare provider what he's doing in his schoolwork.
As these things are swimming around in my mind, I search each street to see if it's the one I should turn on, then EUREKA I find the street...only to see police cars blocking the street. Okay, that's odd. I'll turn on the next block. Uh, nope, more cops. I'll try the next street. Yep, it's clear. Now to figure out a way to circle back in this unfamiliar neighborhood and pray the cops aren't blocking off the daycare's street. Praise God! I found my way back around, but I don't see the street I need to turn down but I do see an officer. I show him the address, I need and he says.
"We lost an armed suspect in the area. 20th and 21st are on lock down," he says.
The daycare is on 20th. AWESOME!
"Maybe you can call your babysitter and she can meet you a few blocks away, though she won't be able to get back in. It's going to take several hours to clear the area," he continues.
AWESOME! I thank the kind man and take the route he directed me to take to get out. I get to the end of the route and I'm stopped by another officer. He says hi to Jory, I explain where I was trying to go, he checks the car for the suspect. He tells me the area is in total lock down, particularly 20th and 21st aka your daycare provider isn't getting out or coming in.
I drive off and pull over a few blocks away to try to find the daycare provider's number, but of course I can only find every other daycare place I've talked to since the hunt began and my cellphone didn't save her number though I just dialed the number and left a message on Friday.
Nothing left to do except take Jory to work with me since the daycare is closer to work than home. And thus ends or rather begins day one of homeschooling and Jory's first full day of 1st grade. He gets to eat breakfast in the commissary, watch Nickelodeon in the empty office next to my desk, and do the math worksheet and write out his spelling words, just like he would have done at daycare.
Jory asks, "Mommy, are you going to cry?" as we drive to my job.
"No, Mommy, cried enough yesterday. Today, Mommy is laughing. God is good. All the time. Remember that, God is good."
"God is good," he repeats.
I laugh, what a way to start the school year.
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