Meeting someone new.
Lunch. 
My wee girl… being beautiful.
Just before yoga tonight. Which was kind of crabby and not-right. 
And just now – Ralph, Hutch & I for a late-night walk. Phee at home, completing homework in privacy. 
Being a fully-enrolled schooling family – a word has been going through my head. The word is grueling.
You know what’s funny is for years schooling families often seemed to me to be stretched too thin, working too hard, getting too little rest, complaining about the state of the house and being too busy. Then for a few years I thought, I am just imagining that, I am being unfair. But no. It really is a thing. We’re adjusting. We’ll be okay.
Today one of my mentors told me to stop harming myself, stop one harmful practice, set something aside and leave it. I thought of something in the quietness of my heart, and I committed to it.
I’ve a standing writing assignment to put together an article about transitioning from home-/unschooling to full time school. And yeah, I’m writing it, so that will be happening. For now I’m caring for myself, my partner, and our children – my youngest is being a total Hero about this whole schedule and homework and behaving-in-class thing. He’s hitting it out of the park. Phoenix – well. We got her test scores from last year. Nailed it in reading and math (which are apparently the only two test metrics vis-à-vis whether schools are “working” or “failing”, meaning whether they get money, IDGI). She’s shifted to her new 7th grader schedule brilliantly.
The kids are doing fine. They are. Me? Huh. Well, my house is quiet during the day.
Like they say in all those silly movies I watch – “Too quiet.”
I’m listening.