Lisa Writing Wild

 I always have good intentions. They usually end with me yelling at someone. Or sometimes no one specific. Today is beautiful outside, so my intention was to do our homeschooling on our deck. The stairs are blocked off with multi-colored gates I found on the side of the road. We have a kiddie slide and rocking horse on the deck. But, of course, she likes to play with the burned charcoal under the grill. Anyway...I cleaned our glass table and brought out dusty books on space outside. (Dusty because we were in Florida for two weeks and I haven't been homeschooling consistently. You can also tell it's been a minute because my son said, "I didn't think we did school anymore," when I called him outside.) I should have known better. The image I had in my head for how our schooling would go, was nothing like reality. It started out nice. Then I ended up jumping up every two or three minutes to get her water, or socks, or she pooped. Or this...  I brought us inside after