Life in the Time of Corona, part 9

The homeschool life is suiting me well, I believe!

The kids are starting to sleep just a tiny bit later, until nearly 7, which feels HUGE considering we were trying to walk out the door at 7 last year.

We're doing about 1.5 hours of focused ELA and Math work each (weekday) morning, plus plenty of science and social studies reading/conversation/experience outside of our classroom.

The best part? (Aside from the hugs and high fives during the day, of course!) We can very easily take our "school" on the road! We spent last week learning at the beach, with grandparents and cousins and sweet hubby working from "home." I want my kids to be able to safely return to "real" school -- but I am definitely loving the flexibility of being able to pack up the school work and do it wherever we want to be.

I have made some progress on the project room cleanout, and Goodwill has received many donations of items that will hopefully be useful to somebody else. I reorganized my collection of fabric. I have a long list of projects that I still think I would like to accomplish, and I'm (very slowly) trying to convince myself to get to it. I still think that if I could just manage to get started, I might be able to keep going. I need to join one of those "15 minutes a day" challenges to see if the getting started would help me to move forward.

I think one of the mental sticking points is that I already feel like I am doing a big project each day: the homeschooling, combined with the feeding of the family, five times a day. Maybe I need to focus on the little projects or focus on breaking the big projects into tiny little steps that can be accomplished in short bursts. Creative projects almost always take a backseat to family-maintenance projects, and looming on the "needs to be done pretty soon" list is to switch the kids closets from summer to winter. It is a mental drain, and I'm sure it would be better to just get it over with and move on than to keep walking past the boxes and pretending that it is warm enough not to need to switch the clothes out yet.

How are you doing? What is the hardest thing for you to get started on these days?

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