At the library last week I was paying my monthly dues and checking out my cartload of books.
Finally the librarian looked at me and asked, “Are you a teacher?”
Did she ask this because no sane mom would borrow 103 books at a time or because I look like a teacher?
Maybe my spectacles and cardigan gave me away.
I looked her in the eye and for the first time in a public setting, declared “We homeschool.”
See?
Yup, I’m one of those ladies.
You know exactly what I’m talking about.
My brothers were horrified when I announced my intentions a year ago.
“Your kids will turn out like us!!” They gasped in horror.
I admit that was something I took into consideration when making my plans and weighing pros and cons.
But once the school year started there we were every morning, in the dining room, studying, until finally someone intervened.
Me.
I intervened.
I told Mr. Right, I’m sick of having school in the dining room. I’m sick of spending three hours each morning in our dimly lit cubby of a room where I have to clean it all up and get it all out every day.
Do you want to quit?
Nope. The opposite. I want a classroom.
I dream big.
And Mr. Right is always supportive when I set my mind to something big. Though I think deep down he’s muttering, “Give the woman an inch and she takes a whole room…”
So I plotted and measured and spent my mullah and The Princess chose the paint color and Mr. Right moved furniture around and swore that this was the last time he would move that treadmill from room to room and two weeks later:
We have a classroom.
It opens next Monday.
We have three little bugs who’s eyes get big when they wander in.
The Pixie kept seating herself at the school table and saying, “What do I do next?”
The Princess stands in the doorway and wants classes to start.
The Pirate jumps on me and says, “When I’m big I’ll come to your school too.”
Because even though he loves Miss Maryanne, his preschool teacher, he knows that we have fun in our school.
I mean A LOT of fun. You never knew learning could be this fun that’s how much fun we have.
My brothers would even want to go to school here. Yes they would.
By the way, anyone out there have pictures of my guest room?
I mean my OLD guest room.
Yeah – sorry guests. It’s the couch from now on.