It's been too long since I posted!
Life. Kids. School. Homeschool. But mostly because FLL.
Seriously, why did I do this again? Oh, yea, because Hot Dog begged me to find him a team, and then told me he really, really, REALLY wanted me to be his coach. You know, like I did for his brothers. Oh the guilt... so I did - find him a team, and agreed to co-coach it. Two weeks in he informed me he hated it and wanted to quit. Lovely (not). I had to explain the meaning of commitment, and team work, and sucking-it-up.
Now, today we are 3 days from our local tournament, piled high with extra practices, but we can see the end. How bad is it that I'm hopeful this team won't go to state? (not like that last team that I was convinced couldn't go to state, but did)
Homeschooling wise we're deeply enmeshed in FLL meetings, just barely eeking out time for our basic academics and lessons. We've been so busy I honestly don't have any idea what next semester will look like. Perhaps there will be a big gaping hole of time that Hot Dog and I will struggle to fill. (She says hopefully) However, a friend has mentioned an underwater robotics program...
Both my older boys, Bit Boy and Lego Kid, are loving their respective schools. Lego Kid is in the process of picking out his high school and planning for that next stage of his education, even while he's learning the basics of how to "do school" in his IB middle school. Bit Boy has scheduled next semester, which will include repeating Calc I. Not because he was failing but because he's set his sights on one of the most exclusive engineering schools in the USA and wants an solid A on his transcript for this core class. (Welcome to the politics of college admissions. Ugh)
One day last month I clocked 134 miles on my car's odometer. 134mi. It was a Wed, which is our crazy day. I didn't leave down, I was just being the taxi-mom getting 3 different kids to school, to lessons and home. No wonder I'm tired and have no time. While Bit Boy bikes between his campuses, I still have some guilt around our fossil fuel use.
That guilt did not stop me from gratefully turning on our gas fireplace last week during our single digit highs, nor did it stop me from driving Bit Boy between his campuses one day (rather than him biking in the 9 degree frozen slush). I accept that I am contradictory and am a work in progress.