We've been on vacation this week, which has been a nice change from the grueling drive of day in and day out of school, every day, relentlessly clawing our way through book after book...
OK, who am I kidding? We've been in school all of four weeks. It's not like we really NEEDED a break. BUT, it's been nice to be off, even though we've not really done anything super exciting. Unless you count going to the insurance office to see about switching over our homeowner's insurance.
But you don't. I can see it in your eyes.
One of the best things about homeschooling, other than getting to do school in your pajamas (which we never do because I'm allergic to being in my PJ's any later than 8:30, but I've heard that's a perk of homeschooling) is that we get to be off school whenever Troy has a vacation. He gets three weeks a year, but chooses all of those weeks at the end of the previous year. It's nice when he can space them out so as to have a week off every four months and it's really nice that I can just work our school schedule around the weeks he's off. Then, when you figure that we usually do something like go to the zoo and/or the science museum, I can count those days as school field trip days. It's great!
This week we went to the Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum with Troy's dad and stepmom, and I think we may go to the aquarium tomorrow. BINGO! Two field trips! I wonder if we can count watching "Amelia" (about Amelia Earhart) as school?
What else has been going on? Hmmm...
Supey, our terminally ill cat got sick last week, requiring a visit to the vet for some antibiotics. I think I've mentioned before that he has Feline Infectious Peritonitis, which is an immune system thing that's incurable. But he's at least three years post diagnosis and has only been to the vet twice for illness since then, so I kind of laugh when I think of him being terminal. I mean, most of the time he's fat, floofy, and full of attitude! They gave him a shot and I got some pills to give him at home and he's back to normal.
I was thinking, though, and I don't know that he really appreciates me kissing him on top of his head after I give him his medicine. Because, really, to HIM getting a kiss right after having a pill shoved down his throat would be equivalent to smacking ME upside the head and then pushing me down into a pile of elephant poo.