It was a weird sort of summer for us.
Jessie had a ton of homework, and several scheduling snafus that led to her doing an enormous amount of work for a class she won’t take until next year. Sam announced happily that he’s ready to think about going back to school, and Julie spent an absurd amount of time watching the Harry Potter movies and far too many Kids Baking Championship shows.
We did hit the beach a few times, several day trips into Boston or up to a lake for a while. I had big plans that we’d do so much – and we really did next to nothing.
The girls fought almost all the time. Sam slept far too much.
But on the upside, it did mean that we’re very excited for the start of the school year. Jessica is starting her sophomore year (three years left – insert dramatic sob here), adn Julie is in the third grade, and so far, loves her teacher. Sam is finishing up Level 5 in Build Your Library, and hope to finish Level 6 this year. We’ll finish the intermediary levels in Life of Fred for math and start the decimals and fractions books this year.
I’m feeling… content. Things are going really well with Marc’s job, and I’m so grateful for that. He’s happy and fulfilled, and the hours are so much better than anything he’s had before. He does have to work at home a lot at night, which sucks, but he’s HERE and that’s enormous. Both girls are thriving – they both wanted to go to public school (because I lobbied for homeschooling for both), but they’ve got friends and like the routine. And so far… it works for them. Sam is doing fantastically well at homeschooling this year. So much more amenable and open to learning, to structure and trying new things. Which makes it both harder and easier. Easier because it’s just so much easier, but harder because I know he wants to go back to public school eventually, and I’m dreading it.
It was so hellishly hard before we pulled him out of school. His anxiety was thru the roof, and now we’ve got a TBI and low vison to add onto the burden. It’s been three years. Well, two and a half, and we were just now at the point of starting to maybe think about starting a little math two years ago. I want him to succeed. I want him to know that when he works hard and does his best, it gets him the results he needs. I don’t want him to slam into his disability.
I want him to not have a disability. But if wanting made it so – the past three years would have been very different.