‘Twas the Night Before School Starts

No, no I’m not going to do a poem.  Poetry is probably one of my least favorite things.  Right up there with carrots and broccoli.

I will, however, document exactly what I’m feeling right now…

I’m excited.  There’s always this feeling of excitement at the start of a new homeschool year.  There are new materials.  New ideas.  New field trips.  New plans.  Old traditions.  It’s like you’ve learned from the year before and have a renewed motivation entering the year.

I’m nervous.  I don’t know that I’ll ever feel completely comfortable homeschooling Babydoll.  There’s always going to be that nagging doubt in the back of my mind, causing me to wonder if what I’m doing is right and enough.  I know there will be roadblocks along the way.  I wonder how I”ll handle them…

I’m a little sad.  I love “doing school” with Babydoll and I love that she loves school.  But, I also love “lazy” summers, and fun time, and relaxing time, and do what we want time.  The start of the school year means soccer practice and games, meetings, strict schedules.  It’s fun, but it’s a different kind of fun…

I’m hoping Babydoll isn’t getting sick.  She went to bed with a sore throat…

I’m thinking I should go to sleep.  Tomorrow means school, taking the dog to the groomer, going to the library, getting light bulbs, getting Babydoll’s new mattress settled in her room, soccer practice, and all the other fun stuff we’ve got coming!

I feel different going into this year.  I feel more “prepared.”  I feel more confident about using what I think will work for us and substituting what and when I want.

I’m a little sad.  Again.  My Babydoll’s growing up.  She’s in fourth grade this year and about to be nine…

Alright guys, raise your glass to another year; I hope it’s full of all sorts of awesomesauce.