This is a picture of what I saw when I walked into the school room this morning. It’s such a messy, useful room! I keep meaning to take a picture of it when it’s clean, but it doesn’t happen very often. I’m okay with that. I’ve discovered that most of us in this family like to arrange our projects about us and hunker down for battle within our book bunkers.
I have one person who has abandoned the school room altogether. He does his work in his bedroom where it’s quiet. He wears his pajamas while doing his math facts, his pillows arranged carefully behind him. What a life.