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Hello, my name is Dr. Qetsiyah Yisrael but everyone calls me Que. Welcome to my humbly inspired blog. I am just a woman with lots of kids. So a little about myself, I have 11 children 6 boys and 5 girls, my children range in ages of 7-30. I have been homeschooling for the past 19 years. My blog will be about my children, good food, my faith and of course homeschooling. Join me daily for the adventure in my home and a life that never stops. Follow me so that you won’t miss a second….

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January 25, 2017

My little loves !!!

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My struggling Reader!

January 24, 2016

So I've taken full ownership of my struggle (as I am sure many of you have), I wear it like a badge of shame a ugly cape for a very unsuccessful super hero. I believe it is my fault that my daughter is not reading yet that at 8 she is not a strong reader. I truly believe that there must have been something I could have done to help her get it better, I go back and forth with the fact that maybe if she was in school with a real teacher helping her she would be a strong reader by now,,, I read somewhere the other day that "Struggle" shows that something is going on....Me being me I went and looked up the word struggle with new eyes.. Struggle is a verb It implies action It implies effort It implies giving all you've got. So I've come to understand that what this word means for me is that I'm not growing comfortable, that good enough is not enough for me. That I am moving forward.... I am going to let up on myself and understand that eventually she will...

It can all be too much!

April 18, 2022

I need to find out when the feeling of exhaustion became my constant reality? I was standing in the laundry room eyeing loads and loads of clothing, and the load that has been washed 3 times now. still set in the washer I’d absent-mindedly put it on again and forgot about it yay me! A year or two before, I’d have spent some energy upset about the waste. Instead, I shrugged and blankly stared out the window in our laundry room, the trees becoming a hazy blur as I restarted the koab for the fourth time. I was too tired to care. Sadly this wasn’t the first day I’d had such an apathetic reaction. Off and on for months, I’d became impatient, anxious, maybe even uninterested in all things family. It was a challenging state of mind, one I’d drifted into while caring for the six children I still had at home. As the washer started it's gentle dance, I gave up on assembling a clean and organised laun...

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