Not only did I get that blog post written while helping my son with his home school but I managed to edit two chapters in my spy novel. I haven’t worked on that in almost a month, woot. I would call that effective. To ice the whole cake, my son read me a book yesterday for the first time ever. Which means in three months of home school I taught him to read from a place where he did not even know most of his letters, let alone what sounds they made.
I also announced to my hubby that the thing that will have to give, since we got Jersey back, is the house. And he said. Ok honey.
hrm….good thing he’s not at all observant. LOL
My son read me a book. Giggle, bounce, gleeful little dance!