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The start of another week. Eek.

Sunday, the first day of our week, is typically a very busy day for us. I plan the school week ahead, we compare diaries, and try to figure out who gets the car on which days, and how we can keep all of our promises. It’s not one of my favourite days, I confess.

This week we’re supposed to study pioneers and tracking and that kind of thing. Of course, the American material I’m working from fails me in this field. How can I teach the children about their own ancestors, and the history of the land they call home? How do I know what to tell them: how much information? How much detail? What can they handle? What do they need?

Where do I even start?

And because my middle name is Murphy (I just found out!), this week is insanely busy in terms of work, too. So I somehow have t answer the above questions and meet my deadlines and, in the middle of all of it, stay solvent and sane.

Eye Ball Day

It finally arrived. The Day. The day we’d heard about right at the start. The day that started it all. Eye. Ball. Day.

After a rough start to this week, we ended on a high note: up to date with Konos, way ahead in English, and barely scraping through in Maths (don’t tell my dad!). On a side note, if I can get through most of a week’s worth of Konos in a day, I wonder if I’m doing something wrong.

As part of our study unit on attentiveness, we’ve been studying eyes and sight. We’ve drawn eyes, labelled eyes, read about eyes, spoken about eyes and pretty much everything else you can think of … except cut one open.

And tonight was The Night.

I called a couple of local butcheries and caused mirth and giggles by asking them if they had cow eyeballs for sale. Finally, one butcher generously defrosted an entire head – of a pig – and let us have the poor creature’s eyeball. My darling, eyeball-touching-averse husband purchased the sharpest cutting implement he could find, came home, and did “the honours”.

It was really, really …

(I know you’re thinking EDUCATIONAL is about to make an appearance here) ….

Well, what you’re gonna get is GROSS.

What was supposed to be clear jelly in the middle, was blackish and liquid and grim. The “sharpest implement available” was far too blunt for what turned out to be the tough, resilient, impenetrable outer membrane of the eyeball. What ensued was a bloody, blackish massacre that the girls and I could hardly share a room with.

We can now say, “we’ve done it”. We can also say, we’re not likely to do it EVER AGAIN.

(Next time we’ll use YouTube).

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