Thursday, March 29, 2012
Hazards of Homeschool
This is the danger of introducing new science topics. Today I told Zaya to go read his chapter about protists. (Also called protozoa) He runs off all excited that he doesn't have to do his spelling yet.
After a few brief minutes of quiet, I hear a sound coming from the living room.
My son is now a protozoa. The next thing I hear from the living room is,
"I need a membrane." He comes crawling into the bedroom to find a blanket. Now he's crawling around discussing his own inner working, and complaining that his sister hurt his mitochondria when she sat on him.
She is an amoeba, but has a fuzzy, silky, purple membrane, because apparently there are divas in the protist world as well.
So much for getting schoolwork done. How do you tell your children to stop being single-celled organisms and playing together nicely and come do their spelling. It would take a heart of stone, which I like to think I do not possess.
Does this happen to other mothers? I have to think it does. I have to think that, because it keeps me sane and hoping that my children will some day become effective, functioning members of society.
I suppose the rest of our schoolwork can wait until my single-celled organisms have tired of what should be a fairly limited existence.