It's pouring outside. I love the sound of the rain splattering the windows and pounding on the roof, but who doesn't until s/he has to make a trip outdoors and become completely soaked?
It's summer. School is out and I'm now constantly thinking about the next school year. No one every told me school decisions would be one of the hardest things about having a child. School came easily to my parents--I was in an elementary school rated higher than 98% of other Arizona elementary schools--simply because I lived within the boundaries of it.
I've enjoyed the school my girls have been attending since October, but a little voice keeps telling me to homeschool, and I've always known you should listen to those still small voices. This one is a bit nagging, though, so I'm not sure what's going on there. At first I told their school they would not be coming back in the fall. Then I was offered a super great deal on tuition, so I said we will return. It's a long drive, however, and I'm not thrilled with all of the curriculum choices. They are extremely sweet people, and they have many extras that I like, and I really like the teachers for the upcoming year. So, it seems crazy to be drawn so much to homeschooling when I have a screaming (and I mean screaming lately) one year old and an enthusiastic two year old. When I have three classes to teach and teacher portfolios to score and business taxes and paperwork to complete. When I have a continually dirty house that makes me question what may have died in the next room because of an odd smell here and there and mysterious piles of...stuff. Whoops...too much information...
Anyway, at this point, I know I can't homeschool unless the Lord closes the door on one ore two classes. At the same time, we need the money for homeschooling. So, for now, I'll just stay content by ordering homeschool books to use over the summer and coming up with additional preschool ideas.
School's out.
