So we started school yesterday. They moaned and complained and asked to sleep a little longer (it was 8:30). They both remarked at how hard this year will be, especially Jeremy, whose math curriculum and science class will surely challenge him. We’re back to no video games during the week and earlier bed times. Structure has been established. We’re on a makeshift roll.
And we’re only on Day 2.
In truth, it will be a challenging year. We’re in a new co-op. We have a new schedule for church stuff and soccer stuff and stuff I’m doing on campus at UT. I’m freelancing again, doing photography, training for a half marathon, and trying hard to carve out time to work on the second novel. Every single day has something we have to do. Sunday through Saturday, all with something. Some days have two things and occasionally there’s a day that has three. Having an up-to-date calendar will keep my brain in check, and saying no when I need to will keep me sane.
Accepting help when it’s offered will also keep me from running for the mountains.
There is much to be grateful for, particularly the freedom to choose our children’s method of education, the ability to change our minds or switch direction or try something new. I don’t always love it, but I’m always thankful for the choice.
Godspeed, home educators! May our resolve be invincible.