Boy. That was a long absence from the Blogosphere. We went on a Griswald-worthy car trip this past month and only recently returned home. The kids and I racked up about 5000 miles in our trusty Suburban, crossing 13 states, over 37 days. We visited family in North Carolina and then we drove up to Connecticut to visit my paternal family.
I'll tell ya, New England is a nice place to be during the heat of the summer.
During our trip, I had plenty of down time to examine our routines concerning both homeschooling and our daily lives. Upon reflection, I realized that our arrangement of school room/office was not working for our family. A major change was needed.
As soon as we got home, we hit The Home Depot for new cubicle shelving to convert our dining room into our school slash dining room. Jerry, ever so handy, built a work surface into the pre-existing bookshelves in our living area to make a living room slash office.
What happened to the empty room? Phoebe got her own bedroom.
Paige and Phoebe have been sharing a room for the past two years and with five years age difference, the fussing was getting past the breaking point. Paige wants to play Jungle Kids or Underwater Secret Agent with her friends in her room and Phoebe, naturally, wants to play, too. However, Phoebe does not play well with a large group and ends up causing all kinds of chaos to the Underwater Squad's play.
It's been a week with the new arrangement and so far so AWESOME!!
In the process of moving Phoebe out of Paige's room, we ended up rearranging 50% of the furniture in the house. In the process of moving 50% of the furniture, I successfully got rid of 35% of the junk that had accumulated in the past few years. In the process of weeding out the junk, I spent 87% of my time pre-organizing, in my mind at least, our remaining junk into three categories: Take to the Bahamas, put in long term storage in the States when we move to the Bahamas, or get rid of.
Start saving now because, honey, we will be having one ginormous estate sale before we move in 1 year 8 months 22 days and 13 hours.
Not that I'm counting.
So what does the above photo have to do with anything? Well, nothing, really.
I just thought we've all had enough of Jerry and his (coco)nuts.