When it comes to our homeschool routine, my husband I and I tend to split the days in terms of leadership. Paul (and the kids of course) usually start the day by having a workout with Joe Wicks from which they then cool down with drinks, snacks, and the latest episode of Newsround.
I then step in by leading the literacy, spelling, handwriting, reading, and numeracy whilst Paul’s locked in the office busy working from home.
Smiles for Spelling
Once work is out of the way, we then have some lunch followed by a break during which the children usually play outside in the garden unless it’s pouring down like today for example, in which case they’ll go on their ‘tech’ or watch some television.
During the afternoon I then lead a foundation session (science, art, music, history, geography, food tech/ baking, ICT, languages or such-like) and one the bulk of the work is done and dusted, the kids then get ready to go out with their Dad and the dog for their daily walk.
Both the kids and the basset hound usually come back fairly tired from their walk, thus the kids tend to spend the latter part of their afternoon reading books whilst snuggled on their sofas.
We are in such a routine now with work, walks, and such-like that the days have started melting into one and other. The weeks seem to pass by in a blur and I’m forever checking my phone to see what day and date we are on… it’s like living in a time warp.
Whilst I’ve considered sending J back to school (as he’s in year six and the government has suggested that year six are to make a phased return) I’ve decided otherwise. It’s just not safe in my eyes and given that we are currently shielding to protect a vulnerable family member, it’s not really possible.
It saddens me that J has missed out on the final term of his final year at primary school. He’s forgone his trip to London, the SAT exams (not that he’s complaining about those) and the end of year celebrations which is heart-wrenching as it’s what year six is all about.
As sad as it is, I do feel that it is the safer option. Besides which, I’d never forgive myself if I sent J back to school and he became poorly or passed the virus onto family and friends. Sure, the risk is low (according to the media) but it’s still a risk…
It may sound a little ‘glass half empty’ but I’ve come to learn that if things are going to go wrong for anyone, then it’s usually for me. Things never quite work out, nothing is ever easy and given that my fan is forever plastered in the brown, smeary stuff I’m simply not willing to take any risks at present, especially so when it comes to my kids, their health and their safety.
Hence, our daily ‘working and walking’ will continue for the foreseeable as homeschool seems to be the safer and more sensible option.
Thank you for reading and as always, I look forward to catching up with your #LivingArrows either through your own posts or comments upon this post.