Well, I suppose I should break the ice. I had another blog once, and I had a hard time creating a first post on that one, as well. Don't worry, though. Once I get going, I have no trouble with words. I do suppose a little about our family is in order.

My name is Paula and I have created this blog as a way to record some of our homeschooling escapades and maybe some of those mom moments that I just want to share with the world. I have three beautiful girls, Shy is 9, K.D. is 8, and Gracie is 5. My husband, Chris, is the one that works hard everyday to make it all possible.

While I was writing the above, I decided to take a look at my old blog and see some of the posts that I made regarding homeschooling and decided that one of them was worth re-posting here. I admit, I thought I was in over my head and would never make it. Just a little background, our three girls are adopted and the first two years they were here, were spent as foster placements. Anyhow, here it is:

Homeschooling...Approved
I finally got the call yesterday saying that we can begin homeschooling. I was so excited! I called the school and told them it would be the girls' last day and that I would be picking them both up when they got out. I sent out our letters of intent. Everything was going great!!! Then I remembered last Thursday, when the girls came down with MMATSA (Mommy's Mad At the School Again). It was a bad case and I decided to keep them home and start using their new curriculum. It was a mess. I didn't know what I was doing...they didn't know what I was doing.

Today, was a bit better. Not much. If my three-year-old wasn't used to having me to herself all day, every day, she probably wouldn't throw such big fits when I am working with one of the other girls. Hearing her scream, "You need to color with me" at the top of her mighty loud lungs makes things tough. Then when you send her to her room for not listening or behaving, she gets louder, "I done being loud mommy. I done wit my fiiiit!!!" Mmm hmm, sure you are!

I was told a week or so ago that I was in for a fun ride. At the moment, I feel like I'm in an old Yugo, broken down on the side of the road. A road with no passer-bys. I know it will get better. We are, after all, just starting. I just hope that by summer I will have upgraded to a Pinto.

*Happy enough now, we're doing great and have upgraded to a Caravan.