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Friday, July 2, 2010

Lazy Days of Summer...Sort of

I love summer. I love summer because everyone in this casita sleeps in. Well, everyone except my husband, but someone had to pay the bills, right? Right.

At any rate, sleeping in is very high on my list of things that are so great about summer. And then there is the whole “no school” thing. Since we homeschooled last year, I’m aware we got a serious reprieve on the homework front, but I’m glad to have this time before school starts to just hang out with the boys.

Apparently, I’m feeling a little angst and guilt about the fact that we homeschooled last year. I’m so stressed that they aren’t going to be “up to par” in their new (public) school. We did a lot of “unschooling” last year and now I’m afraid I’ve failed them in not preparing them. In order to make sure we can keep up with the demands of school again, I found the boys an amazing personal tutor to help us evaluate their strengths and weaknesses. Yes, I know I already know their strengths and weaknesses, but learning from me is not benefiting them at all. Although they are not thrilled that I’ve enrolled them each with a personal tutor, they both know that I’m just trying to do what’s right for them--whatever in the world THAT is. And, quite frankly, this woman is the gentlest yet most stern woman I’ve ever met. She captivates them for the hour each of them works with her. Maybe I’ve gone too far. Maybe I should just trust what they know and leave the rest up to the natural progression of what they’ll learn this year. But that’s never really been my speed. This is what I deem best for my sons…and this is what we’ll do.

So I have a coffee mug today! Obviously, it’s from California, but the funny thing is that when my mom bought it for me, she called me from Starbucks and told me that the manager informed her that this was the first time this cup had been offered in our great state. WHAT?! I have cups from Hawaii and Tokyo, but California has never had a cup? And did I even mention that I used to WORK at a Starbucks? Insanity. But now I have it. So all is right with the world, y’all. All is right with the world.