The OC hasn’t been too bad, not bad at all. We’ve had seventy to eighty degree weather every day since we’ve been out here. Our journey has been filled with trips to the beach, tastings at the chocolate boutique, and a new restaurant every day—sometimes twice a day. Sounds much like a vacation doesn’t it? The sound of the waves, the taste of the chocolate, the buzz of the wine…that is until today.
Today I, Mrs. Coombs, put my teaching hat on and began home schooling my 9-year-old son for the first time ever. When I switch hats, I really switch hats. Did I bite off more than I could chew going from a full-time entrapranuer to a stay-at-home-mom/teacher for the next six weeks? Maybe so. Today I was put to the test, or rather my son tested my patience every step of the way today. Declaring I had made him do four hours of math, when in reality it was 40 minutes, growling every time I would pull out a new assignment, then finally telling me to “shut up” when I told him to sit down and read his story on Houdini.
I don’t know if they give old school whippins at his school back home in WV, but this school will sure as heck give them out. And I’ve been giving out squat thrusts every time my son needs it. (Remember those from gym class?)
To add to the chaos of the first day of “cool school” which is anything but, my beautiful distraction of a four-year-old doesn’t help matters when I’m trying to keep my son focused. “Mommy I need you. Come play dolls with me.” Or “Let’s work on my Highlights sticker book,” which of course Vance would rather be doing.
Those cute little boutiques (that we pass on our mile walk for gym class) that keep calling my name will just have to wait until I get a little more organized. 
There was a moment today where there was a complete and utter breakdown of both children simultaneously, yet I somehow managed to laugh and just remain calm. I thought, “Wow, I’m a saint for even trying this.” But then I had to remind myself that I am no saint, it was a trade off for all of us to live at the beach for six weeks. We all have to do our part to make it work….and this is what I signed up for, and by God I will find a way to be better at it with each passing day. So here goes…
Jet Set Fashion 
You are very brave!
Why only 6 weeks, maybe I missed that post? X
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Yes, six weeks. We are in So Cal for my husbands business, we will probably do this every year now this time of year but for 3 months. Gotta pass my test this year first though 🙂
Shannon this is great and I would just enjoy the challenge and the journey which it sounds like you are.
We are planning the whole semester there, and while I had originally considered homeschool, now I’m thinking of putting them in. For our sanity. All of us! And I’m a teacher in real life. So be easy on yourself!
Hollee,
Yes, do put them in school. I think it’s better for everyone. Although I have to say that I’ve got it pretty down pat now, but still you wonder where your day goes when it hits 1pm and you’ve done nothing for yourself. There are so many perks to having kids in school around others their age, especially when kids are as social as yours and mine. I did look at the public school here and it has incredible ratings. So the whole semester eh? We may stay out through March of next year, six weeks just isn’t enough!