Whew. I feel like I just finished a race. I crossed the finish line this afternoon and I feel like sighing the biggest sigh of relief everrrrrrr.
We got to school this morning – we we early (a full five minutes before assembly started), completely dressed, all of the proper books in the backpack, lunch bag packed (peanut free which I found out about late last night), and a hot breakfast eaten. I spoke with all of youngest daughter’s teachers after classes and they were all surprised that we are essentially “unschoolers”. She did that well in orientation, class discussions and syllabus presentations. One teacher expressed disbelief that it was possible to get to the age of 12 without learning cursive, but life will go on. The world will continue to spin and she’ll still get her papers written sans cursive. We’ll learn it as quickly as we can, but it’s just not that high on my priority list.
Best of all, she was sad when the day ended. She did beautifully. She handled the classes, got along with everyone, made some friends and wants to go back! Yea.
My Monday art class only has five kiddos in it which I will celebrate. Last semester I had a dozen or so. They were all great kids, but that’s a lot of art to teach with just two hands. Five students means we will get to do much more challenging projects. I’m so excited about that.
My sister is improving greatly following her surgery. That’s a huge relief also.
All the stressors of the last couple of weeks have come to a resolution and I am done – both mentally and physically.
I feel like a balloon with the air whooshing out. Not a terribly clever description, but it’s the best that I can come up with right now. The grammar in this blog isn’t so great either, but I think that I’m managing the spelling pretty well. I’m happy with good enough.
It’s been challenging and I haven’t always maintained the best attitude. There have been some short-tempered moments and more than a few episodes of self-pity and low self-esteem.
Okay, if I’m to be honest, I’ve been in a crappy mood and seriously wondered if I was going to make it to this finish line or not.
Now what? I don’t have to get up early tomorrow. There isn’t a mile-long list of things to do and organize. No more stuff we have to buy and figure out how to pay for. No big uncertainties to face.
Just normal life to deal with. After dealing with all of the stuff that’s been happening lately, my old challenges seem easy in comparison.
And now, to bed. I shall sleep soundly as befitting someone that has life totally under control.
Yea, we know that’s not the case, but just for tonight we shall pretend that it is so.
Life is good.