Several of you commented on my whining post (and I do feel better now, Jules was right, it was cathartic just to write it out, thanks for asking!) about my starting back to schooling as early as I do. And I didn’t even disclose the fact that I started back at one week post partum. I did the same thing 2 1/2 years ago when BigMan was born. It is that I am a little crazy. It is not so much that I feel like we’re going to “get behind” or anything so noble as that. I’m not that responsible of a teacher. It’s more like that we’re all bored out of our minds by this point. Really. Remember that stupid to-do list I had for myself, that included such important things like wiping the ceiling fan blades by myself 2 days before delivery? I was working hard on all that and too outta my mind to teach those young’n's for about a month before TheFinalist arrived (last time I was busy moving into a new house 3 weeks before BigMan’s birth). So, that sets up much unstructured (read: bored) time for the olders. Add constant rain that keeps everyone cooped up and you have wall-climbing mind-shattering disasters afoot. Especially if I do such things as put my feet up. I take the first week off when my honey’s home (and I’m virtually useless anyway – pain pills, the pain that warrants said pills, letting a bunch of little ones learn about (and fawn over) their newest sibling, you get it).
TheFinalist at 2 weeks
But when he heads back to work and the mundane returns then it’s time to focus some minds (or lose mine). It allows me focused one-on-one time with them. It allows their brains to actually work. And, let’s be really honest, it takes up a lot of time. That’s important when you need to sit a bunch and you have a lot of active people. But fear not, sweet concerned friends, I take it slow, I sit for the duration of the work, and I have no time schedule (in actuality, I should have more, but eh, I’m kind of an eclectic unschooler anyway), and I know when to call it quits for the day. Besides, schoolwork for us has become a way of life. Not just school at home. And that’s nice. And comfortable. But thanks for your worrying – it lets me know you love me!
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