'Cuz let's face it--the clan, they do get squirrely in December. Frankly, so do I.
The only December task for which the kids can muster single minded focus is hunting down every present hiding spot. This they accomplish with ruthless efficiency. Holiday toy catalogs become their singular choice of reading material.
I begin dreaming of Tuba Christmas and other holiday activities. Our "school" looks increasingly pale and anemic in comparison to Gladiator Challenge and Family Christmas Fest. Closing the gaps pointed out by the kids' academic evaluations seems best saved for the doldrums of February, not the crisp excitement of the Christmas season.
"Fun it up" becomes my December schooling mantra. My definition of fun rarely matches the kids', but I don't let that deter me. We have a beautiful new Mac which we underutilize, so this month, I am determined to learn how to use the darn thing. Being far too lazy to do this myself, I will assign each application to a kid to master and teach to me. They need the practice and will like that they get to be on the computer without it counting toward their allotted hour of media time.
They also need to learn how to cook better. If you've been reading my blog for a while, thoughts of my Dishwasher Salmon--which I did try despite Mr. Wonderful's protests--are returning to haunt you. Fear not, this time, I have a book! My children may never know how to bake chicken, broil meat or mash a potato, but who could resist learning to cook Hotch-Potch, Hopping John and Marched Pane? I will oversee while nursing some Whipped Syllabub. Doesn't it sound like fun? The cookbook fits our colonial America study theme and theme is so much more important than silly little things like food being edible, doncha think?
How does your family adjust for December's fantastic frenzy?