One of the GREAT things about homeschooling is that you can do things just as you wish. I just didn't mean for it to evolve into something quite so specialized.
Every day, the Elf wakes up. He has Froot Loops or Marshmallow Mateys. No milk. Except in his special "elf-sized mug." He can NOT drink out of the glass mugs. Noo. He needs a special "elf-sized" spoon. Proper bowl. His special chair.
Time for school. He has HIS special pencils, though how he tells these apart from the other identical pencils, I have no clue. Still. His pencils. We begin our math first. Always. Elf has special squeezie toys to play with during math. And his special eraser. Special chair. And the "official butt cushion" that has been sewn with his special fabric.
During English, he reads the first page of the lesson as well as the special "Remember:" box on EVEN days. On odd numbered days, he reads the second page and is sad that he doesn't get to read the special box. On odd numbered days, he also must play white in chess. We have several other odd rules and trust me, the children remember them all.
Elf doesn't like odd numbered days much. On odd days, he must do his reading-aloud time SECOND. But... he deals with it. It used to be that Elf would always, always get to go first until Emperor figured out that this wasn't fair somehow. (I would say "who cares," but it's a biiig deal apparently).
Elf answers only even-numbered questions. This way, there is no dispute as to who did which whatever last and he is reading more than me today and blah blah blah. Imagine the horror when Elf discovered that the ends of some months are odd! And months begin with an odd number! Eeek!
Lunchtime! Must have Elf-sized cup, special Elf food and food in divided dish (no touching foods together! Gah!). We must do reading and award "Golden Tack Awards for Most Dramatic Reading." Lately I've been tired of handing out brass brads (you know, the things they give to first-graders to make paper-plate "clocks?") and have tried to spice it up with happy sticker awards and the like with no luck. Somehow earning a tack is more of an honour.
Lately I've been thinking that perhaps Elf needs to get used to things not being exactly the same each day. If he's to go to public school next year, I should imagine the teacher won't likely ensure he gets his special desk, his special pencils, reading only even-numbered questions and the like. I find no academic harm in settling things the way I have (it prevented many fights just to say sorry, it's an odd day today), but it's time to switch things around on the Elf a bit so that he can get used to not always having things as cozy as they are here in the Happy Elf Homeschool.
So... sometimes he will not get an Elfie spoon because Mom is mean and "forgot." Sometimes he will not be able to use the very BEST (ok, identical to all the others) pencil. And sometimes, just sometimes, I will make him read and solve an odd-numbered question.
That is just too much, though. There was much crying and screaming and slamming of books. He can NOT do this. It is not fair. Ensue totally irrational "not like Elf at all" sort of rant. He felt very badly afterwards. He said he felt stupid. But it is hard for him to deal with all the wrong pencils and question numbers.
Awww... ((hugs)) Mom loves ya, mister. I had a little snuzzle time with the Elf and explained how he needs to do a little growing so that he will be ready for school next year. Okayyy. Off he goes to watch tv. We all need a break after that emotional flipout.
Annnnd... not five minutes later, he flips out again. Apparently it is awful - AWFUL!!- that Emperor has put some "mini-movie" on that he does not want to see. And he is SO. MAD. ABOUT. IT that he just hates Emperor. Why? Well, because he wouldn't change the movie to something HE wanted to see. (Nevermind that it's an odd day and Emperor's choice!)
Um... no. Emperor's turn today. You need to deal with it. Elf says that he will NOT deal with anything, and he does NOT want to learn to deal with anything. Because he does NOT want to go to public school next year. He will fail any test they give him. He will rip up all the books. He will run away. He will stay RIGHT HERE and HOMESCHOOL (stomps foot) and not GO TO SCHOOL EVERR AGAIIN!
Doggone it. I realllly don't want him all confrontational like that. And I feel like a big meanie, shaking up his whole world with the wrong pencils and whatnot. Seriously, he's really upset and angry. He had to spend about half the day in his bed crying. I'm at a loss here. :(