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The eight year old and the almost-six year old can go to the supermarket, crossing the main road at the lights, and buy a few items from a written list, and bring back the change.

I must remember to use this superpower for good. Not evil.

“Stop shouting!” I shouted.


Anyway, then I said “Nobody is to speak to me ever again until I have had three deep breaths and I can’t see what you want me to look at because I AM CLOSING MY EYES.”

So I took three deep breaths with my eyes closed and held my fingers up to show the girls the count.

Then I was able to handle interacting with the on a reasonably normal level.

The tricky bit is that this was all in a public place – a department store where we had been trapped for NINE MILLION YEARS failing to achieve proper errands because people were hungry and needed a wee and had a sore throat and kept tripping up over the scooter we were dragging everywhere with us and… But I didn’t lose my temper properly, I flipped out and caught myself and took my deep breaths and sorted the errands and got us the hell out of there and FED US FOOD and gave the in-pain child painkillers.

Somewhere along the line I started to lose my fear of looking like a numpty and gained an ability to prioritise being a decent parent even if I looked silly in public.

Maybe there’s hope for us yet.

The children ALL love to hide in the curtain we use instead of a door for our front room. It’s orange, heavy, enveloping, long – when they are wrapped in it there’s a big space over their heads where no-one is, and no-one can see anything of them but their feet. You can wrap three children in it quite effectively, except for the giggling.

It drives me nuts. Pulling out of curtains drives me bonkers.

This is ridiculous. It clearly gives them some sort of space – like a blanket cave, or a duvet tent, or something – and it does no harm whatsoever. I should actually consider getting them more curtains to hide in, not fewer. This particular curtain is in no danger of coming unfastened anyway, and even if it did the children are perfectly capable of helping me to fix it.

I can now choose a different battle, with the energy I was wasting on this one. Gosh.

Not a lot happens, in home education. We live our lives. We got a new toy – Fraction Cubes – and Linnea is learning to add fractions with more accuracy than she had before. We have been drawing plans of the upstairs of our house, so that we are ready for the Great Bedroom Shift, when we rearrange so that what was planned as a two-adult bedroom arrangement is turned into a two-adults-and-three-children arrangement, rather than a series of bodge jobs, as it has been.

Managing change creatively is one of my biggest challenges. Linnea resists change, hard, and is upset and alarmed by it, pretty often. Emer is learning this from her, though it’s not as serious, it’s just mimicry. So things like getting them to help draw up the plans on A2 paper with oil pastels can make a huge difference. As can doing the change gradually and where they can see every stage of it.

We started today, by getting rid of things to make space. It went ok.