Somehow, I lost the instruction manual.
So, I'm doing this home school thing. It's hard. Really, really hard. I do remember how to do basic addition and how to sound out words. That's not the hard part. What's hard is that I get to deal with Mr. A all day long, every day. He is an exhausting child. The level of concentration it takes for me to stay a few steps ahead of him, teach him, get him dressed and try to keep his temper directed in a positive way AND to make sure everyone gets fed and dishes and clothes are occasionally washed AND take care of Vuk (as the new baby is being Web-christened; pronounced to rhyme with 'kook' and Serbian for wolf, because this kid can howl ) rivals the concentration it took for me to pass my master's exams. I'm really tired, all the time. I also try to exercise a bit, so as not to lose myself in a fat duvet, and read a bit, because Thomas the Tank Engine, while lovely if you're five, is not so great if you're 28. And in the midst of this strug...