I homeschool.
It’s 8:10. When I woke up 10 minutes ago I could hear the last few stragglers pass my window, rushing so they weren’t late for the first day of school. Of course my 3 guys are still tucked up in their beds — Bob sprawled out beside me, the other 2 snuggled together in the bottom bunk. It’s peaceful around here on our first day of the school year. No rushing around looking for backpacks and lunches, racing through breakfast so we’re not late. Last night we didn’t eat dinner until well after 8 because we were grilling chicken over coals in the campfire (and doing potatoes buried in the coals) and it took FOREVER. But we weren’t stressed that the kids were staying up too late on a school night. We ate when it was ready and Josh still played guitar for them when they finally went to bed around 10. Freedom.
Today the kids will wake up when they’re ready, we’ll have breakfast and Bible study and then maybe clean the kitchen together (or they’ll clean while I get the FIAR stuff ready). Then we’ll read Daniel’s Duck and do our Social Studies lessons. Carter and I will do a reading lesson together, Bob can scribble on his PreK worksheets and Calvin can practice piano. After lunch we’ll go to the chiropractor (Carter) and then hit the library. Another day of “school” completed.