Hopefully, there was no "education" involved...

Last night I was getting things ready for church today. We make it a Saturday night process so Sunday morning isn't so rushed. (We drive 45 minutes to church, so we like to get as much ready the night before as we can.) So there I was last night, getting things ready to sub in the high school Sunday school class, putting together my books and papers, figuring out if there is anything clean to wear...you know, important things like that.

I turn on the light to try on what I found that was clean and realize the light is burnt out. So I'm dressing by the light of the stairway. Not a big deal though, all I needed to know was were the pants (which I'd never worn) going to zip, and was the shirt (also new to me from a garage sale) going to fall to an appropriate place on the pants. (Shirts that reveal your belly are only cute on two year olds.) I quick glance in the not well lit mirror and decide the outfit is a go, take it off, get into bed. Done deal.

We go to church today, all is well. The boys and I meet Grandma and Grandpa after church for coffee and ice cream (their treat) and I quick run into the bathroom. Inside, there is a lovely large mirror that is well lit. Which reveals to me that if you turn just so, the lovely black shirt I had been wearing all through church is, in fact see-through. Well, not obnoxiously so. But really. If you turned just so, I'm pretty sure it was obvious I had stretch marks.

Hmmm. So now I'm wondering why no one said anything. Am I being paranoid? Was my shirt clung in just the right places so as NOT to be see-through and no one noticed? Or was it obvious and everyone is just thinking I'm some completely inappropriate freak mother?

I'm all for learning from life, but hopefully there was no education going on from my wardrobe malfunction :(

Its a good thing God is so forgiving. I can only hope all the mothers of the young bucks at church will be as well. :)

I just kinda forgot

I remember being at a homeschool conference and one of the "vetran moms" confessing that her daughter had made it all the way to 6th grade before dear mother realized she forgot to teach her daughter cursive handwriting.

"You know, its just one of those things you forget you have to teach them," she said. "Kind of something you kinda think they will just pick up along the way."

I have had my own such moment recently. Although I fear it was with something much more obvious that cursive handwriting.

My lovely darlings, ages almost 5 and almost 6, are doing well at math. Which is to say, their mother, who stinks at math, is thrilled that they somehow figured out how to do simple addition and subtraction problems, as well as counting to 100 by ones, fives, and tens. (I can't take all the credit, of course. There is always JEDI MATH, which they play feverishly on long car rides.) We try to learn a lot by using games and real life. Value of money? Come garage sale-ing with me for a summer, kids, and you'll have it down pat.

So...where's the part that I forgot?

Here goes. The other day we are sitting down to do something related to numbers and I asked the boys to write the answer on their dry erase boards to whatever math problem I tossed out in the air.

(Do you see where this is going?)

Except for numbers 1, 8 (the headless snowman) and 10, they're pretty clueless on how the darn things are made. Well...not completely clueless. They obviously know what they look like. And they made good effort at making them look right. But it was painfully apparent to me that even though we've worked quite hard on the concept of a gi-normous amount of things having to do with numbers...even spelling out the number words...we kind of forgot the simple matter of how to make the damn numbers.

Sigh. Up go the giant number posters. And yet another chalk mark up on the wall of "Homeschooling things Mom screwed up".

Ah. But I am so glad to have the opportunity to do so. :)