Monday, September 12, 2011

Moon Dough on the Brain

Moon Dough, for the uninitiated, feels like a strange hybrid between packing peanuts and playdough. It's light and soft and strange, and it shreds into bits that go everywhere. The kids love it.

Lately, I feel like this is the substance that inhabits my brain. I can't keep a coherent thought formed for long, let along making a plan or keeping a schedule. I think a large part of my brain is wandering the corridors in a little orphanage in Ethiopia.

All I can say is that it's a good thing I'm not tied to a homeschooling schedule or I'd be a miserable failure. As it is, the kids seem to be picking up reading with alarming speed, and all I have to do is sit back and admire them. Whereas, if they had to wait for me in order to learn something, they might be waiting for a while.

1 comment:

  1. If my kids had to wait for me to learn something, they'd be waiting forever!!! That's my brain normally!