It's that time of year. It's back to school time. This is my fifth year home schooling my kids. Even as I write that, I can hardly believe it. Has it really been that long? Graham and Asher will begin 4th grade in a couple of weeks. Samuel will begin first grade. This year I expected it. The back to school blues. Passing moms at the Costco with their workout clothes, all fit and peaceful looking, while I am slightly frazzled with my 5 in tow, trying to get through the store quickly, so we can get home in time to finish up what we need to in school. We live right across the street from our elementary school, like I can hear the bell inside my house. It's a daily reminder of the freedom I could have. This morning on my jog, I passed the moms walking home alone, cup of coffee in hand. Is bad to say, as much as I really do love home schooling, that I am slightly jealous of the other side at times. The grass is always greener, and for just a couple of short weeks at the end of August, I really want to put my oldest 3 in navy and white and drop them off. This feeling does wear off. I've come to expect it now. The back to school blues.
We actually just finished 3rd grade and kindergarten on Friday. So we won't begin up again until the day after Labor Day. Today we had a fun day... free breakfast at Chick Fil A, bought some school supplies for this year in the now quiet school supply section at Target, and then had lunch with Daddy before we headed home for naps and quiet play time. As I write this, Asher is making his own word find, Samuel is playing Bananagrams, and Graham is playing quietly in a chair while the littles nap. Very peaceful. It's all coming back to me now. I love these unhurried days with my kids. Just yesterday, when I was packing up our school stuff to make room for the new stuff, Graham came up to me out of the blue, gave me a hug, and said, "Thanks, Mom, for teaching us all that stuff last year. It was really great." For that alone, it was all worth it.
Like it's been over 100 degrees for 30 straight days with no end in sight.
This week the highs are 108, 109, 109, 108, 107, and 107.
I had the brilliant idea last night that we should be nocturnal for the next month. In the middle of the night, it's a pleasant 83. Does anyone want to try it with me? Sleep all day when it's scorching and enjoy the cool nighttime temps. Who's in?
Having grown up in Minnesota, I think the summers here are equivalent to the winters there.
You really can't go outside to play.
It's just too hot.
So there's play dough.
Electronic devices... which we try to keep at a minimum.
But on the really hot days, I may let them have an hour of media instead of 30 minutes.
There's always cars.
But you can swim.
Thanks, Weavers, for the family swim day!
Uncle Mark and Aunt Teresa are responsible for Cry Cry loving the water this summer.
He hated it, and after 10 minutes with them, he was a fish.