School during Covid-19

Most or all parents are currently discussing weather or not to send there children back to school in the fall. I can say that I have had mixed emotions about my decision. I’m a parent that works Full-time. So I know other parents can agree with me that we almost need for our children to go back to school. I need to work to provide for my family, therefore I don’t have a lot of time to really teach my children, though I do work with them at home.

Attending school allows for about 30 hours a week of engaging in different subjects, socializing among their peers, patient teachers, and room to work on their motor skills. Not to mention they also provide free lunch. I’m going to be honest, I depend on the schools to feed my kids lunch 5 days a week for 10 months of the year (minus school breaks). Take that however you like, but I know I’ll see and increase of money spent on groceries if I keep them home.

My children are looking forward to going back to school. My girls will be going to preschool and the third grade. They continue to remind me that they cannot wait to see their teachers and their friends again. With school letting out really early due to covid, my kids have grown sick of me. They want to engage with other children their age. I understand their need for a new/familiar environment. I work from home so we hardly ever leave the house. Everyday my four year old asks me can we go somewhere. She really wants to just get out the house.

During this summer break I’ve bought books and signed up for online learning to keep my children’s skills sharp. I bought books for math, reading comprehension, science, geography, writing, and grammar. I even got my four year old all types of flash cards so we could continue to work on her shapes, numbers, and letters. Even with all of that, I’m not a teacher. I don’t have any lesson plans, a structured teaching method, or the patience. Plus their teaching a different method of math than I learned when I was elementary. Half the time I hoping my eight year old knows what shes doing because I have no clue.

After much thought, I did decide to keep my little ones at home this year. My reasons are not all covid related because the God I serve is bigger than this virus. My main reason is because I’m working from home. I would have to quit working to be able to take the kids to school and pick them up because of the time I work. I’m not a millionaire yet, so I can’t really afford to quit working. Most of school year is during Flu-season, not going to chance it this year since we have the choice to keep the children home. Also, don’t get me started, if they start asking about a covid vaccine the answer is no.

I plan to continue to work with my preschooler when I get off work and buy my third grader a laptop so she can learn virtually. This will be a new experience for all of us. Of course everyone will decide what is best for them.

Twenty-Seven and Clueless

I’m at a point in my life where I keep asking myself, “What do you want to do with your life?’. I’m trying to figure out who I am, what I like, and what I want to do.

Remember as you were growing up you had all of these hopes, dreams, and things you wanted to accomplish? Well as a child I thought I wanted to be a teacher, one who was friendly and really helped her students. I changed my mind once I got to middle school, children are bad. As a teenager my dream was to become a very successful singer who would be loved greatly by my fans. Then I decided to smoke cigarettes now my voice is not what it once was. As an adult in my earlier twenties I started school run my own daycare one day (following in the foot steps of my mother) but after I had my first child I only wanted to be with my baby. I went to school to be come a Medical Assistant. I just knew that that was my calling and I would retire from a hospital or doctors office. Sad to say it but that too has become a thing of my past.

Currently I’m not sure what I want to do with my life. I’m a wife and a mother and that seems to be all I know and I’m good at. I dream again to travel the world but I don’t have the money to do so. I’ve started and stopped a lot of different businesses or hobbies but I never stick to them long enough. I’ve tried to sing, act, go to school, teach yoga, promote health and wellness, sell clothing, be a blogger, write short stories, and a few other projects/crazy ideas. None of my projects ever stick and I always end back at square one. I end up back clueless searching for my purpose in life once more.

I want to do something with my life I can be not only proud of but something that will make me genuinely happy. I want to do something that allows me to live out my dream of traveling and seeing the world but what is that something?

Third Times the Charm

This time I want my child birth experience to be private and intimate. The first two times I felt so bombarded with family and friends trying more to see and interact with the baby less about my well being and letting me get some rest. I knew they meant well so I never voiced that I wanted more time to myself to be with my babies.


I really wanted to let the moment soak in and get adjusted. As the nurses came in to encourage skin to skin and help me latch the baby on to breast feed I desired those moments to be quite and peaceful. People showed up to hold, take pictures of the baby and some even brought small gifts. It was all nice but very overwhelming and I kinda wished it was different.

So now approaching child birth for the third time I really need all of what I didnt get in the process before. I have to go in for a c-section. Its a very high anxiety and nerve wrecking process for me to begin with. I just want to go in with my husband. I would like only my parents and the God-parents present until he gets here and we get adjusted. Then the rest of the kids will come to greet their baby brother. That’s it!

I don’t want any visitors. I don’t want to be overwhelmed. I dont want pictures taken unless it me or my husband taken them. I dont want anyone in my face. I dont want to share my first moments this time. I just want what my husband and I want, and not feeling pressured to include everyone else in our moment.


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Is it too much to ask that people dont take it personal and get upset that we didn’t include them? I’ve been told “well it’s your baby, you’ll get all the time with the baby when you go home, and that’s selfish”.

Selfish!? Shouldn’t the child birthing experience be one desired by the parent/parents? What do you all think about my well needed desires? Any of you experience similar wants or problems as such during childbirth??

This mom has had it! Why is it that I have to repeat myself like a robot everyday?

It shouldn’t be too hard now for my children to remember our morning routine, right? I mean my oldest, Celina, will be eight in December. Am I applying to my pressure by assuming that since its her third year in elementary school that she should remember that her face needs to be washed, teeth must be brushed, put on some socks or stockings, shoes should come after with ease, please grab your bookbag, it’s getting cold you need a coat and I know you can’t see (like myself we are blind as bats) get those glasses on your face.

Don’t be fooled by there smiles. They are my crazies.

Every morning is a battle with these two. My youngest, Christina, is only three but some days it’s her listening skills that get her in trouble. I’ll ask her to take her pj’s off, which she can, to make it easier for me to come in and get her dressed. I come back a few minutes later and guess who still has on her pj’s? Once I finally get her dressed I tell her socks, shoes, coat. Can you believe she takes her sweet time or she has on her shoes but now she’s walking around dragging the coat behind her. Little girl, “put on that coat now”. I’m starting to think they like to make me fuss. 

Let’s not forget the girl fights! “Mom”. “Mommy”.“Stop it, why did you do that”. “Mommy nina hit me”. “She took the phone from me, I had it first”. “Ma”. “Mommy”. “MOMMY”. “MOMMY”. Humor me, am I allowed to change my name from Mom to something else? No, just thought I’d ask. Sometimes I just don’t answer, but believe me they only get louder. Then I have to turn into super annoyed, my headache is starting to form, you both are getting on my very last nerve, and if you call my name one more time I’m getting the belt mom. 

Before anyone shames me for saying “I’m getting the belt” in the Bible ( I used the NLT for better translation) Proverbs 23:13-14 states, Don’t fail to discipline your children. The rod of punishment won’t kill them. Physical discipline may well save them from death.

So, do any of you have some crazy things your kids do to make you want wine for breakfast? Please comment, leave me your thoughts, any suggestions you have to help fix my morning routine and as always I look forward to hearing from you all!! MUCH LOVE

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Starting Chapter 27 in my life.

The cake I bought to cheer myself up.

A few days ago I celebrated my twenty seventh birthday. Believe it or not I didnt wake up the happiest about it though. Yes, I’m thankful that I woke up that day, in good health, and alive to enjoy my family another day. The thing is I’ve been stressed a lot lately.

Our bills at home are behind, I’m going through ups and downs raising my children, I’m currently pregnant (so very emotional), I’m struggling in school and I work but not as much so money is an issue. I cant forget to mention that my husband works from sun up until sun down trying his best to support us, which means I miss him greatly. Work though had been on edge for him though. He was working full time has a cook at a restaurant. He ending up picking up a second job to increase his experience and make more money but three months in, because we were unable to obtain his GED, they let him go. For weeks he was only working twenty hours a week at the restaurant and the pay is very little, so our bills suffered. He recently picked up another full time job cooking at another restaurant so he’s back to two jobs but now we are playing catch up.

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