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Doomsday prepping


Here are my pupils. This morning I tried to be a bit more organized for some homeschooling, and it was fairly successful. I joined a program recommended by a friend, that usually costs a bunch of money, but right now is offered for free until June because of all the school closures. It's based on teachings from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, kind of. 

Anyway, this lesson was about Christ's parables. My kids are all on different levels scholastically, and smart little cookies. I figured teaching the gospel was one thing I can do well that will truly benefit all of them. 

On day one, yesterday, we made it until about 10:45 am until somebody broke down in tears. 

That someone was me. 



It's all good. If you're a mom, you get it. 

Anyway, today I did my first real doomsday prep. When I read an article that Amazon was going to stop shipments to their warehouses except for essentials and medical supplies, I decided it was time to act.

No, I didn't run to the store and buy up all the frozen peas. (It's anyone's guess what might run out next you know!) I logged onto eBay and searched for some used cloth diapers. I mean, if I'm unable to buy diapers now, it could turn into a long term thing right? 

We currently have 1.5 giant boxes of diapers- and only one child in diapers. (That itself is a small miracle!) I'm not worried about running out. 

But can you imagine if this thing goes on for more than 6 weeks!? If shipments stop? If everybody else hoards diapers like they rightfully should do if they need them?

So, I figured cloth was the best way to go. Besides I only spent $30 on 6 diapers and inserts, which will be plenty for our needs if the need arises. 

I know, I know. I need to take it easy.

But these are uncertain times.

After school was finally cancelled Sunday evening I felt a little more settled. I knew it was coming, and it made me antsy to wait for it. Now that it's official, I have relaxed and haven't read a single article about coronavirus (until today when I clicked on the link about Amazon...).

A friend shared this on Facebook, and I certainly hope this can be the result:


And now to appease the little people with some St. Patrick's Day festivities.




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  1. Glad you could teach them and share your knowledge. How many others are home trying to teach and don't have the teaching degree you and Kori have. Proud of you! Cheering you on from Nebraska.

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    1. I think they're are many skills and gifts that other parents have that makes them good at homeschooling. I'm not good at it. Haha. But, thank you! And yes, I do believe our kids are blessed with educated mothers. 😊

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