It's been awhile. Two birthdays, several rounds of colds and viruses, a trip to the farm show (see above).
The boys have moved on from What a Wonderful World to Sunshine of Your Love to Black Dog (this phase can't pass too soon, let me tell you). I've started a new semester.
And...we are officially done with homeschooling. Yes, that's a sigh of relief that you just heard.
Sure, I will miss the cozy mornings when we didn't have to rush anywhere, and reading with E. in the afternoons, and listening to the sweet strains of his guitar at all times of day, and watching my oldest and youngest play together after lunch.
But, I must say, that is more than amply compensated by not being solely responsible for his academic progress. And being relieved of co-op duties and meetings. And having an hour or two to myself (to myself!) when J. is napping and R.'s in kindergarten. Hallelujah.
E. is excited, too, once he got used to the idea. Happy to rejoin his friends. And his new second grade teacher is a man, and speaks Portuguese and plays the guitar. What could be cooler?
Sometimes I wonder if I intentionally make my life more difficult than necessary. Why? To try new things? Because it might make a good story?
Anyway, I can cross homeschooling off that list.
Next up: Nigerian dwarf goats. Seriously. Stay tuned.
