Meetings, to-do’s, life… all change pretty quickly durning my day to day, which is why I use erasable ink pens in my planner.
(Yes, I realize I could use a pencil. But the sharpening and the shavings and the more excuses I have about not using pencils — and don’t get me started on mechanical pencils. Ugh.)
We put the eraser to work during Homeschool: Week 2.
My toddler was cranky on Monday, but it was my fault. I doomed us from the first cup of coffee.
One Mother’s Day, my son (re: my husband) gifted me this “Happy Monday” coffee cup. On the other side?
Cranky toddler face.
A predictive coffee cup on Monday, for sure.
We built our scheduled ABC Fort at 1 p.m. — and by “we,” I mean “me.” I built the fort. My son played in it, and then demolished it.
Like, ok, it’s not the best fort.
We also made an attempt at our New Words game, which turned out to be just flashcards with rules. Seriously? Not a game. The toddler hated it.
The first activity to be erased: Stupid flashcards with rules.
So, I forgot to prepare the 123 Puzzle. By prepare, I just mean I forgot to write numbers on the opposite size of the ABC foam pieces while my son was asleep. And I’m cautious about pulling out a Sharpie near the kid.
He’s already colored on the wall with a crayon.
And a marker.
This is permanent ink.
Luckily, a friend of mine prepared a letter lesson for us with /o/ — short “o” sounds as in “fox” — complete with step-by-step instructions, a sound-matching game and a friendly octopus flashcard.
The toddler colored on it.
She delivered it to my door over the weekend, and we spent our Tuesday homeschool time reading all about The Frog on a Log and The Fox on a Box.
The second activity to succumb to the eraser: 123 Puzzle.
Did Wednesday happen?
Pretty sure there wasn’t a Wednesday last week.
The third activity to be erased: Yeah, all of Wednesday.
Since Wednesday didn’t happen, we did color-matching on Thursday. Again, he aced the matching bit. He even said a few of the objects on the cards: “tur-el” (turtle), “fower” (flower) and “fy” (butterfly, obviously).
My son’s pre-school teacher called… on Wednesday! Now, I remember what happened!
Real quick, on Wednesday: USD 259 teachers are teaching virtually, but my son’s in pre-school — and it’s hard enough to get him to sit still when you’re holding him down — so they’re sending out packets to help parents put a structure of some sort to teaching at home. Bam!
She also sent a letter with water beads enclosed, which is what reminded me of the phone call — because on Thursday (now we’re back on track), we grew water beads.
I had never heard of water beads and omg. where have they been all my life. they’re so much fun. i love them.
The toddler can’t play with them, though. He’s going through another puts-everything-in-his-mouth phase, and the packaging clearly states multiple times that you’re not supposed to eat these.
He’s def gonna try to eat them.
Oh, well. More fun for me.
Meeting the eraser on Thursday: Thursday?
Friday turned out to be colder than I hoped. It was a good day to snuggle — and snuggle we did. Very little learning happened, but a lot of talking did.
I don’t know if it’s because I have him during his best time of day — morning — or because he’s not exhausted from behaving at school, daycare or grandma’s house… but he’s talking.
He’s parroting, replying, asking (re: demanding), having pretend conversations with his toys and more.
He asked to play Speech Blubs by name. Well, ok, he said “beepups,” but I knew what he wanted.
Words are still sometimes wrong. “Fah-tis,” instead of breakfast. “Wan-wih,” instead of sandwich. “Asselsash,” instead of apple sauce. (Say it out loud. Totally worth it.) Plus, his vocabulary revolves around food.
But he’s talking.
Speech might be catching up to us. (Just don’t quote me on that.)
If I don’t write anything down for this week, I won’t have to erase it, right?
Skip Saturday, Straight to Sunday
On Sunday, Mother Hubbard’s cupboard (re: fridge) was looking a little bare.
Except for the beer…
The toddler helped me empty the fridge, so I could clean the shelves. Such a helper. So cute.
With maybe one cup of milk left in a gallon, two eggs in the carton, three rolls of toilet paper and four diapers, I needed to go to the store. We were also running low on toddler pouches — the only way he’ll eat vegetables — and “fis” (a.k.a. rainbow goldfish crackers). Plus, I’m out of coffee… and that’s just not gonna fly.
I didn’t want to go to the grocery store. Not gonna lie, I’m pretty scared of catching the virus and have been a good extrovert about social distancing since March 18.
In fairness, I’m only a mild extrovert. Staying home isn’t that hard.
But groceries are an essential activity — and I have to trick my kid into eating vegetables.
So, I cut up a T-shirt, folded a coffee filter inside and fashioned myself a makeshift mask using hair ties I hadn’t yet gotten rid of (because #shorthairdontcare about hair ties).
By the way, masks are seriously sore on the ears. Thank your healthcare worker. Their head hurts.
I pulled a stocking cap over my head to hold my glasses in place and cover my hair, pre-disinfected my shopping bags with spray and headed to Dillon’s. And, yes, my glasses were crooked the entire time.
Produce, bread, meat, eggs and milk abounded. I found a 40-pack of my son’s size diapers for the first time in three weeks. Joy! I didn’t take the last one of anything. Toilet paper was scarce, but I scored a six-pack — and two six packs of a delicious slightly sour ale.
Unfortunately, cleaning supplies were limited. Paper towels were not to be found, and neither were Lysol or Clorox wipes. I was lucky to get a Windex-brand multi-surface cleaner that kills 99.9% of germs.
I also might have stocked UP on coffee…
Now, is Starbucks my go-to coffee choice? No. I buy a pound (or two) a week from The Spice Merchant — a delightful Papua New Guinea blend that I love.
They’re closed right now, so I’m dealing with some medium roast from the grocery store. Don’t @ me.
My husband’s exact words were: “Someone has a problem.” Just as he pulled all four out of my shopping bag.
Our fridge, freezer and cupboards are full with the staples we need to feed ourselves and the toddler for two weeks. Except milk, which will run out faster than that… I’ll go back next weekend to hunt for the cleaning supplies, hand sanitizer and paper towels I usually have on hand.
Until then, we’re making do with what we have — and being thankful for it.