WFH Day 4 of x
Time Keeping
I seriously misjudged our morning walk today. I've only ever done part of it on a bike and it didn't seem so far that time. But when I'm on my bike I don't have a 7 year old who stops to look at, and talk about, absolutely everything she sees (and thinks she sees) as you're walking.
Or an 11 year old who decides to re-enact his favourite Fortnite battle scenes using his sister as a target.
Or a 7 year old who does not want to be involved in Fortnite role play and so screams and shouts a lot. (This is the same 7 year old as the one above, I don't have two 7 year olds.)
So by the time we dragged ourselves home the kids were hungry, thirsty, tired-out and grouchy instead of being the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and eager-to-learn home schoolers that I'd planned.
I mumbled my apologies to the wife as I handed over the childcare baton, and slunk off to sit in my spare box room/man cave, where I realised I was late for my first call of the day.
I'll get the hang of these homeworking/childcare shenanigans one day.
Why I am Not a Teacher
Instead of sitting doing repetitive maths questions today, I thought I'd treat the kids to a practical maths lesson.
I devised a scenario whereby we needed to buy new carpets for the kids rooms. They had to work out how much carpet they each needed, how much various carpets would cost and how much more one room would cost than the other. It included 2d shapes and area, addition, multiplication, measuring, and understanding of hundreds, tens and units (the lesson, not the carpet: that'd be weird) and it kicked ass. In my head.
The kids quite enjoyed it, once I had explained at great length why they didn't really need new carpets, why we didn't have to get carpets in the whole house, and a million and one other time-wasting questions.
The working in pairs extension exercise failed miserably though. No actual physical assaults took place, unless you count the burst ear drums caused by Eva telling Henry exactly what he was doing wrong. Again. But there were tears (both kids) and storming off in a huff (me).
Who am I kidding, the kids didn't really enjoy it. They enjoyed not being made to sit and do sums for an hour.
Lockdown
And so we enter lockdown. The number of people that have been out and about has been surprising to say the least, so hopefully the next 3 weeks will help to at least slow down the spread of the virus.
Everything still seems a little surreal though, hopefully it won't go on for too long.
And Finally
Happy Birthday to Chaka Khan, who turned 67 today. Chaka is of course best known for her 1982 song 'I Feel for You' which opened with the lyrics:
Chaka, Chaka, Chaka, Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan, let me rock you
Let me rock you, Chaka Khan
And reportedly was the inspiration for every 🎼Craig David🎶🎵 song ever. Maybe.
If you're ever struggling for musical inspiration, just wander round singing your own name and you're guaranteed a number one hit.
Or a spell of solitary confinement.
As they say, a change is as good as a rest.
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