Summer is nearing its end. I look upon it with true sorrow, because I am not looking forward to the days of rigid schedules that require us to say no when friends call and ask us to join them at their cabin for the afternoon. Or to cut lunch dates with Grandma short so that we can make it to school. Or to dismiss the hike in Payson Canyon I've been meaning to do all summer.
Right now our fall is looking like this: Anna has preschool MWF afternoons. Kate has preschool T/Th mornings. They are possibly taking a dance class on Tuesday afternoons. Um, hello? Did anyone else notice that that really only gives us ONE afternoon a week of free time? Sorry if you ever wanted to have a playdate with us. It better be Thursday afternoon. Or wait till next summer.
This leads me back to the homeschool bandwagon. I know I've posted about it before, and I know many of your comments were like "Are you an insane-o?" But, please read
this. Just a woman doing homeschool with her kids, nothing too preachy. When I read it, I felt like crying because I am already yearning for time with my children, even though I have it! I don't know if I really can turn them over to Public Education for 6 hours a day. I'll miss them!
(FYI, I congratulate all of you friends who have already committed to homeschool. I'm not ready to do that yet either. Seems I lose patience with the children by noon. :) )