A Whole New World

“….a whole new random place to explore!” (Exactly what my eldest THOUGHT were the words to that song, many years ago.)

If you’d asked me a year ago, I would have expected the coming school year to look very much like every other–maybe a little more “intense” than our standard laid-back methods in preparation for high school, but no major changes expected. I figured we’d be dancing most evenings again, doing our own thing most days, maybe finally getting around to our Field Trip Friday plans.

Alas . . . things have changed. Our beloved dance studio has closed and while we’re all sad about it, the girls have decided to take some time off of dancing (especially since we expect things to close down again and go virtual at some point during the school year) to explore other things that they’ve been interested in but haven’t been able to fit into our busy schedule. Both girls are going to start archery, my oldest is going to learn some stage combat sword-fighting skills, and my younger has started aerial silks. I can only imagine the sisterly circus acts that our future could hold.


While I’m excited about seeing them try new things–and having a dinner schedule not dictated by who needs to be where at what time every evening–it feels like the end of an era. Or the beginning of a new one? Somehow this makes it feel like we have all the time in the world to make adjustments to our homeschool day, but in the interest of reality, I recognize that maybe it’s just more time as a family . . . or more time for the artwork my oldest has been working on so passionately during quarantine, or more time to read the books we’ve been wanting to read, or more time to tackle the giant stack of board games we’ve accumulated in our attempt to become “gameschoolers.” It feels like opportunity amidst the chaos of the world.

If there’s one thing I know about myself and my family, it’s that we don’t tend to handle change very well, but I’m hoping this feels less like change and more like a chance at something new.


Snowed In


When homeschooled kids are young, especially if they don’t have a lot of friends in public school . . . they have no clue what a snow day is! Heck, mine didn’t even know what “summer break” meant until recent years. Unfortunately, as they get older, they become wise to the sneaky ways of the Homeschool Mom. The bubble has burst, folks.

We got hit this week with blizzard conditions, over a foot of new snow, and single digit temperatures, so most schools were closed. My children? No snow days. I’m sure in the future their complaints will recall those times Mommy made them do schoolwork on Christmas Eve rather than their un-snow days, but I’m still winning the A-Hole Mom Award for last week.


I try to explain it logically, but kids don’t want logic, they want a damned day off from schoolwork. Because, you know, they need that extra hour or two to do the same thing they do the other 90% of the day. *Usually* I am extra amazing and let them take the day off on holidays when my husband is home–but look, once I print out their weekly checklist with page/assignment numbers, there is no going back. Especially not for THREE DAYS out of a school week! Sorry kids. Let’s be realistic though–taking days off when everything is closed because it’s blizzarding and it’s too cold to play outside is just not worth it when we could take off days when the sun is shining and it’s unseasonably warm and we can actually leave the house to do something fun. “Sun Days” are infinitely better than “Snow Days.” Someday the children will understand and thank me for that . . . right?