My kids love each other. They really do. Sometimes they don’t like one another, but you can’t have everything. There is some friendly sibling rivalry between our oldest two. My oldest son is the jokester of the family, but his sister, Abigail, doesn’t always find him amusing. For instance, here he is expounding. He’s quite verbose:

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Oh, and am I the only one with the mid-winter homeschooling blues? Yeah, mine start in September too, but anyway. I busted out laughing on the first line of this journal entry. Here’s my nine-year-old:

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All in all, not a bad day today. I know that the more I laugh and the more I take myself less seriously (EDIT: Holy smokes! “the moreless seriously” I’m teaching writing?), the easier things become. Here’s to keeping it real.