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Anomaly

This is the time of year my facebook feed fills with expressions of "OMG, my children need to go back to school NOW before I kill them!". One of my favorite bloggers, Jen Hatmaker, has a hilarious post to that effect. Everyone seems done with summer.

Except me.

It is strange to be the only one not counting the days until school starts. I mean, I am excited for my kids to start up again, the one day a week that they go, because they LOVE the program that they are a part of and can't wait to see their friends. So I am happy to see them off, but I will miss them.

This makes me wonder why I am such an anomaly. Maybe it is because we have never really done the "leave for school and gone all day" thing. Maybe it is because only 2 of the 4 are even school age, and they are my helpful two, so I am not sure why I would WANT them gone all day.

Earlier this week, Matt caught me on the edge of breakdown. School starts next week and we are headed to sunny California and I had yet to plan our school year. I looked at my "to-do" list and decided it would take an act of God. The sweet man rose to the occasion and took all the kiddos down to his moms for two nights.

The last few day have been the most productive of the year. I did stuff. It stayed done. I cooked for no one, not even me. I h. ave eaten an entire box of cereal, as I have had it for every meal. I made lesson plans that will last me to Christmas (give or take).

And that is when it hit me: I like homeschooling. It is no longer just the option I took because a better one hadn't presented itself. I really enjoy it. I am looking forward to the books we are going to read out loud. I am excited about the science experiments. I like our math curriculum and classroom set up.

So this is why; this is why I am an anomaly. I don't need to be rid of the small people, I really like them most days. I like that I am the one to teach them to read, to explain where Egypt is and work on skip counting. I like the rhythm of our days, both in the care free summer and the scheduled school year. And I get why parents are looking forward to the school year, it feels good to feel good about what you. have in store for your children.

So here is to new pencils, new books and new adventures, be they at home or away. Happy new school year!

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