I know. It’s been almost a year since I last wrote. But I’m back. I think. I just can’t let go of this blog quite yet. The Pug certainly cannot let go of the kitchen.
In the time since I last wrote, I’ve started working part time for Moms Clean Air Force here in Ohio. I love it. So much that I went on our local tv station and was interviewed for the show “I Love my Job”. It airs next week and until then, I’ll be wondering if I actually sounded as awkward and nerdy as I do in my head. Also, there was no mirror with which to check my hair or teeth… I am legitimately afraid.
Today, I pulled everything out of the school closet and organized it. And while I love it’s newly cleaned appearance, I’m sad. No one needs the letter matching cards or color puzzles any more. It’s as though they grew up without letting me know it was happening. I mean, I packed the diapers up a few years ago and the last time Sylvia had a stomach bug, she took care of herself and I didn’t clean up puke once. But the realization of how much they’ve grown up seems to be all sorts of raw lately.
Liam’s last day of school for the 2015-2016 year is Friday. Since August we have completed the entire 1st grade Saxon math curriculum and half of the 2nd grade material. We have completed all of the All About Spelling level 1 book and are several lessons into level 2. We’ve gone through world geography and cultures. We’ve completed the Apologia botany curriculum. We learned a ton about space. Starting next week we will just be reading and working on math on a daily basis. Liam’s short term memory isn’t the best and I just can’t stand the thought of him sitting in front of a math book in a few months unable to recall what he had previously excelled at.
Sylvia will graduate from preschool in three weeks. I hate to say it, but I am done. The three of us have a lovely daily routine with schooling and my work and their activities and play. Interrupting that loveliness three times a week has gotten old. And yet, today, she and I went over her letter recognition and sounds. She blew me away. Preschool has been good for her. And honestly, it’s been good for me. But it’s the end of the school year, folks. Mom. Is. Out.
So. I’m back. It’s feels good to type in this space again. And to get those thoughts out of my head. Tonight, I’m going to be brave and attempt to make gluten free wonton wrappers. I’ve haven’t been brave in a long time. It’s time to step out once again and be fearless.