Our church recently hosted Vacation Bible School. This was our very first year to participate – the past two summers we have been moving and our move week landed right during VBS. So, I determined that we would try it out this summer.
I planned ahead and made snacks for all of my kids (we have food allergies). I talked with the directors and all the workers to alert them of our allergies. Then I signed myself up to work – I did tell them that I absolutely could not work in the nursery or in preschool since my house feels like a preschool zoo. Finally, I signed up my kids. We were ready!
On Day 1 I had to arrive at 7:45. Ok, people! I don’t ever, ever leave my house before 8. What on earth! I got up as early as I possibly could and got all of our snacks, bags, drinks, offering, and all of our baby gear in the car. I prepared breakfast the night before. Then I spent 20 minutes trying to convince my kids to get out of bed and come downstairs to get ready. We finally made it out the door at 7:15 and arrived on time to get name tags. It was chaos as I took 5 kids to different places, delivered their snacks, and received my T-shirt and work instructions.
For the next 4 days I resolved to pack everything the night before, have breakfast already prepared, get up early, and dress in my super unattractive orange T-shirt. Does anyone actually look good in pale orange?
Day 2 was a little easier. I only had to be there at 8:30 and we already knew our assigned places. The kids were excited for the second day. We had a good morning routine. We were so ready! I got everyone fed, dressed, and in the car. We were on time! After I distributed my kids throughout the church I arrived to the craft room to start helping. Another mom mentioned that I had brown streaks all down the side of my shirt. It looked like I was wearing poop. Awesome! Actually it was only melted chocolate chips (from the chocolate chip muffins) that Punkin had smeared on herself during breakfast. I spend the rest of the day wearing an orange and chocolate shirt while getting odd looks from everyone who walked by. After our day I went straight home to wash my shirt!
Day 3 was a disaster. Ladybug was up extra early for some reason. Why was she not tired??? I had breakfast on the table and clothes laid out. Then suddenly Ladybug decided she wanted to wear big sister’s dress (that did NOT fit her) and sandals. That was a negative on both choices from me. I helped her change and tried to convince her to eat breakfast. She then proceeded to have the biggest meltdown ever! It was 7:15 AM! How can anyone be awake enough to throw an epic tantrum!? I could barely get Punkin out of bed and change her diaper. I spent 30 minutes chasing a toddler who would not wear clothes or eat. I finally shoved her in a dress and put her in the car without shoes. Once we arrived she had calmed down somewhat and allowed me to put on her shoes. It was the most stressful “getting out the door” experience I’ve ever had in my life.
Day 4 began quietly with everyone sleeping in. I tried to let Ladybug sleep as long as possible because I was scared of her tantrum fury. Surprisingly she was in a great mood and got dressed in record time. I was finishing breakfast preparations when I sliced one of my fingers. It took me 20 minutes to get the bleeding stopped and get a Band Aid on. Ridiculous! I didn’t have time to cut myself when I had to walk out the door in 10 minutes! I started calling out orders to each child and they did most of the packing and loading for me that morning. We crept in to VBS rather late that day with my bandaged finger. It was a long day helping with tissue paper crafts and my sore finger. I may have been a little overly dramatic but I was exhausted.
Day 5 was the end of the week! Praise the Lord! I thought Friday would never come! We were making great time when Punkin took her oatmeal bowl and dumped the entire contents of it on her head. That was a huge setback! I started the tub and tossed her in-diaper and all. I scrubbed her down while I yelled instructions to everyone else to finish packing. Punkin was dressed in the only clean clothes that I could find at that point – a set of jammies – and we rushed out the door.
We straggled in to church and I took a look at my little crew. Curly was dressed and carrying half of our gear. Her socks didn’t match and her ponytail looked rather pathetic-totally my fault. Tiger had a good case of bed head and looked like he had some crusted food on his face. Bee was wearing some crazy outfit that she put together and she looked like a mismatched, clashing rainbow-if that’s even possible! Ladybug had very crooked pigtails and was wearing part of her breakfast on her dress. Punkin was in jammies and was dragging her blankie behind her.
And in that moment I discovered a new reason for homeschooling. Laziness. Yes, I’m lazy. I admit it! Getting out the door before 8 AM with children (wearing clothes) and all kinds of gear (diaper bag, snacks, papers) is impossible for me. It is a disaster, a nightmare, a death wish.
I homeschool so I don’t have to live through the crazy morning rush every single day. I don’t have to pack lunches, sign papers, find homework, search for lost shoes, approve outfits, and make sure we don’t forget a backpack (or heaven forbid, a child!).
Nope, I enjoy my homeschool laziness. Each morning we sit around our table in jammies, drinking chocolate milk, while I read. The essential oils diffuser is going and Vivaldi is playing in the background. I have a stack of books to read and we have time on our hands.
I homeschool because I’m too lazy to get myself and my children to school on time each day. After 1 week of our early morning out-the-door routine, I have thrown in the towel. Hats off to those of you who do it for an entire school year. It will take me all summer to recover from our week. I can proudly say that I’m too lazy to send my kids to school. I’d rather curl up in a beanbag with them, cup of hot tea in hand, and go through our morning schoolwork while they snuggle under their blanket next to me.
That’s just one more reason that I homeschool!