And then there was the day I put the homeschooler hat back on.
Yep. In the middle of the school year. For my 6th grader. Now if that doesn’t fill up the routine, I don’t know what will!
Why on earth?! I know it’s what you’re thinking. Well, for the same reason I do most anything: it sounded fun. Or important, anyway.
Long story short, I wasn’t seeing my own son anymore. I was seeing someone else’s interpretation of who my son should be, and I wasn’t to fond of who that was. I missed my happy little red head, the one who liked to tell jokes and sing and think of stuff to create. He was missing that little spark in his eyes, and needed an intervention.
So, hubby and I decided to pull him out of school. Mid-year, but with the holiday break it just seemed like perfect timing. I got a lot of messages from the school about meeting with all of the teachers and counselors and principal. Want to guess what I did with those voice mails? And a LOT of messages and notes of encouragement and advice from friends and family who were excited for us to get back in the boat.
See, we did this for a little while when the kids were younger, before letting them start in public schools. From 2005, when my oldest was 3, to 2012, when my baby started kindergarten. And no, I didn’t do any hard-core curriculum with them (unless you call learning hard-core), but I did teach them everything they needed to know, and help them cultivate their curiosities, and expand the their learning world to include everything around them, etcetera. So I’m gonna go ahead and say it counts
Anyway, the younger two went back to their elementary classes once school resumed, and my oldest son and I began our new adventure together. Otherwise known as “let’s see if we can survive this first week.”
I’ve gotta admit, I was skeptical we’d make it to the end of the week in one piece. Hubby was whisked away for a longish work trip at the same time, so my energy and patience had the potential of finding record lows. But wouldn’t you know, Heaven smiled down on me and sent an angel with a gift in the form of a Keurig. Mmm hmm…. Jesus was a coffee enabler for this busy mama.
And the thing is… I don’t usually drink coffee. Those who’ve seen me in action with a sip or two in me know exactly why. (I kind of… bounce off the walls.) But this week was different. He knew.
The excitement of a new adventure, a new toy, and a new year all spun together to drive me through the first day or two… and then the adrenaline faucet slowed to a drip and I was coasting on fumes. By Wednesday afternoon I was so tired that I was falling asleep at the table, even after 3 cups of some pretty strong joe. Wiped out. Drained.
But the next morning I got up again, made some more coffee and jumped into the day. I may or may not have jumped with yoga pants.
And here we are at Friday. Am I ready for the weekend? You bet. Was it hard work, getting the boat moving forward? I’m not sure yet what direction we’re facing, so I’ll have to get back to you on that one. I have new blog ideas just about homeschooling, though, so I can safely say my brains were engaged this week! Good, right?!
Well, I’m going to get myself a little (large) glass of whine, I mean wine, and let the kids do whatever they want for the next 2 hours. Unless that means I’m a terrible parent. Then I’ll just sip my wine while I watch them clean.