Avigayil, my mom (master early childhood educator) insists that there is no such thing as a bored child. And if they say they're bored, that means they're being lazy, ie., *anything* should be entertaining.
Not like I know from 10yos, but my mom's advice in this regard has worked for us: If they're saying they're bored it means we have to step back and let them find something to do on their own. Kind of like it's an attention-getting device that will engage us in endless discussions about what they should or could be doing. Which we don't have time for, obviously, because otherwise we'd be doing something with them. In theory, anyway. IYKWIM.
In re tutoring, not sure if one of you all suggested it, someone sure did, but we called Tehilla for help. They have apparently helped with setting up young olim with girls doing sherut l'eumi for Hebrew help.
Hopeful that something will come of this ...
Klita's going ... well, absorbingly well.
We bought a car, it's only older than two of my children, b'H, and cost a fraction of what we thought we'd have to spend on a car. Which helps.
Our big hassle now is calling all the utilities to change the billing over to our name, which we didn't do when we got into the apartment two weeks ago
and trying to figure out what it actually says in bank statements. Not to mention what it says on the Bezeq voice mail recording, so tthat we can actually retrieve our messages. (My uncle tried translating and telling us how to do it, but we can't find the notebook where I wrote it down. Oy.)
You know, all the details of life.
Quick Egged bus driver new-oleh moment: We made a right turn from the left lanein front of a bus that was picking up passengers, which was not a good thing, we know, but we had to turn right and he wasn't moving ... anyway, he caught up to us, pulled alongside, and contrary to what we expected, did not start yelling at us, but gave us a lecture on the fines for traffic infractions. Which we could barely understand, but it was done very politely and even with a smile and a brakha at the end. Thgse I understood very clearly.
I love this country.
And the second and third days of school went a little easier for all of us, it seems. Yay. Bli ayin ha'rah.
And L'M'y, as someone with homeschool-envy, am feeling for you now ...