Tonight as I write, I sit and listen to my hubs explaining fractions to our nine year old son. Yes, the newly home schooling one. He has struggled with fractions for a while. Tonight Randy is sitting beside him at the breakfast bar going over the fractions . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and ~ well, you get the picture.
As I listen, I am reminded of my Dad sitting with me teaching me multiplication . . . it wasn't a pretty sight! I am not a math whiz . . . not even close. My Dad (and Mom) endured hours and hours and hours of multiplication tables . . . verbal. Did I mention that I have never liked math? Multiplication doesn't bother me any more and I am constantly working with numbers. Fractions were never my friend . . . enough said.
Hurray and YEAH are coming from the breakfast bar . . . good things are happening over there! Woo Hoo!
We had a very busy day with school . . . 7 hours . . . two more than usual. Tomorrow will be easier.
I am ready for some down time . . .