First week of summer vacation is done.  And I will admit it, I’m already manic.  I have been looking at the calendar to schedule play dates and lunches, and the entire summer has already passed me.  With the school aged boys being home for less than three full months and Baby Z growing bigger and bigger, I am trying my hardest to embrace the here and now.   It isn’t working. Maybe I have an unhealthy attachment to my kids, I don’t know.  I do know that I just like them around.

The more I read about homeschooling the more depressed I become about sending the kids back to school.  I realize that the books I am reading are written by people who are considered pioneers in home education.  They are experts, so to speak, on the topic and have done all the research on different methods and have proven that in their homes, at least, home education is extremely successful.  I get that.  I am not those women, what they do in their homes might not work for me for a variety of reasons, least of which is that I am not a saint.  Or close to one.  That said, why aren’t we doing more for our children?  Why am I having to supplement at home?   How can I ever create a love of learning with the textbook style learning provided at these schools?  While studying with Squirt for World History, I kept asking him if he was enjoying what he was learning.  Of course, he didn’t.  Why would he?  How can you learn World History from  textbook?  Yes, maybe he will grow to love History in college, but why should he have to wait until then?  Isn’t his education important NOW?  So very frustrated.  Maybe I need to stop reading about home education.

My OB moved today.  With that announcement, I can almost promise we won’t have anymore children.  I can’t imagine having another child without her as my doctor.

Almost.

Goose earned a trophy today.  From Chess camp.  Yesterday, I received an email from the director of the camp saying he was taking a Pawn test.  I had no clue what that meant.  This week he was a nerd.  In a few weeks, we’ll even it out and send him to basketball camp.

Squirt starts his first job next Wednesday.  He is so excited.  I remember feeling the same way when I was fifteen.  There is nothing like earning your own money when you are a teenager.  While I am a bit of a daddy’s girl, I am very proud that I worked while in high school.  My jobs included cleaning an office building and teaching piano.  Looking back that seems slightly strange for a daddy’s girl, but I worked without complaining.  At least, that’s how I remember it.

One more…we went to lunch with the crew from Apedonkey this week.  Four adults, six children, six and under, two of which have shown to have some conduct issues.  They were all perfect.  (No David’s small fit with the fork so does not count as a problem.)  I can’t promise such good behavior from that crowd in the future.