Yesterday marked the first official day of the 2017/2018 school year. This year, both of my boys are in a "hybrid" school in which they attend a classroom two times per week and I help them with the work assigned by their teachers on the other three days. Sounds beautiful right? In many ways yes, the answer is yes. I do not have to piece together my own curriculum, I get a much needed "mommy break" part of the week, I get to see my kids more, be a crucial piece to their learning, and I am less likely to "slack off" and keep somewhat of a schedule. They both adored their teachers and spoke a mile per minute about all of the fun things and assignments that they did that day and could not wait to go back.
However, today was the first day of schooling at home...and I already want to throw in the towel. Between a fussy child that wants to nurse every time that I want to sit and catch a breath (and still wakes up every one to two hours per night / early morning) and the seven year old who thinks that math was a creation of the devil, I cry inside.
