Caleb’s soccer season is well underway. The last few games have been pleasant, temperature-wise, as opposed to the first couple games that we shivered through. They’re fun to watch, though. I should take some pictures…
School plugs along, despite the kids’ despairing conviction that we’ll never catch up with our work. Lizzy finished economics for the year and she’s supposed to be done with grammar but we just started the final review lessons. Caleb is perpetually behind in Latin and spelling and his logic lessons just keep getting longer and harder. Unfortunately, the more discouraged they become, the slower they work. And it’s too early to make the “every assignment for the rest of the year” lists.
The kids have been registered for next year’s online classes for a while: science, math, Spanish, and computer programming for each Liz and Caleb (they’re in the computer programming class together, which is kind of fun). I haven’t hit my own planning very hard just yet, but I have been rolling it over in my mind. I’m teaching high school-level history and English next year—two subjects I haven’t tackled before.
How hard can it be?
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| an impromptu Wednesday date night when the kids all had rides to Bible study found us drinking Spanish wine and playing Catapult Feud |
I also need to update my personalized health course for Caleb’s ninth grade next year. STDs, birth control, menstrual cycles, drugs… my kids love learning this stuff from me.
So next year I will only have high schoolers. I haven’t made myself a schedule yet, but it really seems safe to say that the demands on my time can only be lighter. Because when they’re not joyfully discussing STD symptoms with me, they’ll be gratefully doing most of their work independently.
That, and we expect to have a college student living with us. Ada graduates in 32 days and she’s already registered herself for her fall community college classes—a process I was completely uninvolved in; in fact, I didn’t even know she had done it until after it was done. Lord willing, a year from now she will complete her associate’s degree and then transfer to a four-year school as a junior.
But for now, and for a while yet, she’s home. And Lizzy and Caleb are here. And we’re nearing the end of the grammar book, and the logic book, and the Latin book, but we’re not there yet. Right now, we have schoolwork to do and sunny spring days to enjoy.
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| Is there an age when kids stop building blanket forts? |
