
I’m just saying that being able to set my own schedule is amazing, I’ve gone completely feral and I’m not sure there’s any way to bring me back from my night owls ways now. It’s glorious!
I’m just saying that being able to set my own schedule is amazing, I’ve gone completely feral and I’m not sure there’s any way to bring me back from my night owls ways now. It’s glorious!
The need to write welling up,
Spilling over
It’s late, but here I sit
Soaking up the night
Feeling the day slip away
Stress, worries
Melt away
Along with the noise
The hustle and bustle
Of life fades away
Leaving me
Just me
My thoughts and fears
Hopes and dreams
Creativity flows here
And here alone
Poetry, fiction
Stories pour out
Only in the quite of the night
The rest of the house fast asleep
The night, she is mine
And I don’t want to share
The divine
Speaks to me here
My muse
Embedded in the dark
The quiet, the rolling away of Life
Solitude, introspection
My life plays out
For my inspection
Searching my soul,
Questioning
Everything happens
In the stillness of the night
All good things
All my thoughts and prayers
Are buried here
In the deep, dark stillness
Of the night
All the secrets of my Life
Still. Quiet. Night.
The pieces of my Life
One of the many reasons I love homeschooling is that it lets my family work on our own night owl schedule. I am most productive during the late evening hours.
I worked today (my husband was home with the kids) and my kids spent most of their waking, daylight hours outside playing. But here we are, at eleven o’clock at night, everyone happily engrossed in their various projects, self included. I’ve been working on planning for the last couple of hours and as I look up and around, there’s a child drawing math problems on the dry erase board, there’s an art project going on at the dining room table, a documentary playing on TV and an impromptu mythology lesson in the kitchen. The house is calm, peaceful and full of activity.
Everyone will wind down and head to their various bedrooms soon enough. The 11 year old has already read a bedtime to story to the 7 year old, just because she wanted to share the story about the legend of the bluebonnet. Even the two year old is happily creating worlds with littlest pet shops and la la loopsys in the family room.
Having watched them earlier count by tens, correctly identify cardinal ordinal relationships, work math problems for fun, and read aloud to each other, I am once again reassured that they are, in fact, learning. That this is working and most importantly, my kids are happy and enjoy learning.
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