That phrase has always struck me as a pleasant one. Expectant. Ready for spring. Excited about what was to come. Today, however, it’s hitting me in the funny bone… you know, that place that’s supposed to be funny, but it hurts like the dickens and you want to cry, yet you can’t because you’re too focused on rubbing that “bone” to make the pain go away. NOT funny.
I’m in the mood to cry but can’t because I’m just trying to finish up this year. We’re DONE. Not “done” as in “finished with our school work for the year” but “done,” as in “Oh dear Lord, is it SUMMER BREAK YET?!?” I can only say I’m thankful we are will be finished with the year around the first of May. I wouldn’t make it till the middle of June…
I know. Homeschoolers are supposed to love school everyday. We’re supposed to feel happy feelings all the time and not complain, because, of course, we brought this on ourselves. Teachers in public schools are allowed to sit around in the lounge and count down the days until summer, but homeschooling moms are supposed to love every minute of their jobs. And the worst part is, when you complain about a particular student, IT IS YOUR STUDENT! So you REALLY can’t complain about your students.
Yes, I’m aware I can put them in school. I could have 180 days a year with them out of my hair and in someone else’s hair. But then I’d miss out on the great things I love about homeschooling, so I will endure days like today when I want to throw the books AND THE KIDS out the window and say, “See ya lata!” I could also choose to ignore that there are days like today, but then I’d be accused of only blogging about the good stuff. Normally I like Mondays. I never dread them. And I didn’t dread this one, it just turned out to be rough.