So, the two big kids finished their first week of public school. Oh my sweet goodness, I cannot even come up with the words to communicate what a wonderful week it has been.
The big yellow bus comes at 8:30 five times per week, drives my kids to a place where other people teach them, and brings them back to me at 4:30. So, so good. You guys. I took naps (PLURAL!) this week. I laid on the couch and watched Pioneer Woman (“the food show”, says Emma). I did my own schoolwork for two classes. I played with my babies. I started what I hope will be nine months of time to rest and recharge.
Here’s the deal: I love my kids, and I love homeschooling. But it became very clear at the end of last spring that my sweet darlings needed to go learn from someone else. I desperately want our home to be a joyful, peaceful place, and mixing home with school and Mom with Teacher had sucked out all the joy. There were a lot of reasons for this, including my own mistakes. But not to throw my kids under the bus (that takes them to school!), I’ll just leave at this—it was time for a change.
The kids got off to a good start! I only had one call from the school all week, which is huge progress from our last rodeo in public school when I got called about once an hour. And the kids got on the right bus every day, which, if you know my children’s propensity for getting lost, is pretty amazing.
Week two, here we come!