I’m not so sure about this. If I stick to my self-imposed calendar, then we start school next Monday, and that means this is officially our last week of summer.
I say boo.
But then again – homeschooling means we don’t have to get up at 6 a.m. and race out the door by 7 a.m. with lunches packed, backpacks on and all shoelaces tied. In fact, it means we’ll get up around 8-ish (or thereafter) and I’ll still drink coffee in the library and read for at least 30 minutes because Morning Mommy doesn’t turn into Daytime Mommy until her second cup. The boys will get dressed around 9-ish (or thereafter) and we’ll pull out the workbooks for refresher math or maybe we’ll start an Astronomy lesson. Or maybe we’ll finally finish reading The Prisoner of Azkaban aloud so we can get on to Goblet of Fire, or perhaps we’ll take a break from Harry Potter and start a new series. Maybe we’ll just write in our journals and talk about what we’d like to accomplish this year.
Then there will be Zoo classes and co-op classes and more French. There will be field trips and long weekends out of town and choosing to start school late in the day because the seasons will be changing and we’ll want to be outside in the cool mornings. We’ll take our time on some subjects or zip through the easy stuff because we want to get onto to something more interesting. We’ll take as many trips to the county library as we want to and feed the ducks before going home.
We’ll start prepping garden beds and laying pavers around the soon-to-be firepit. And then those Astronomy lessons will come in handy when the time falls back an hour and we can stay up later to look at the stars.
Come to think of it, starting school on Monday doesn’t seem all that bad. Come on! Let’s go tell the boys.
PS. Here is my favorite picture from the weekend – eavesdropping from the kitchen window on Chuck and Jeremy tossing the football. The Miller family is ready for kick-off: