Thursday, May 10, 2012

Coming up for air

Oh look, a blog! I wonder how long this has been sitting here...?!

It's May. It's warm outside. It's the end of the school year. Things seem to be getting away from me lately.

So we're moving. Hallelujah and praise everyone. Our tiny two bedroom treehouse, originally envisioned as a two-year plan, has sold, and we'll be closing on it mid-June. I can't deny how exciting the thought of living somewhere with more than two bedrooms is, but as always, our timing leaves something to be desired. Two weeks ago, our agent told us to plan on August; two days later she texted to tell us mid-June. Of course, mid-June is also violin institute time, so we'll either be moving our entire household the weekend right before or right after Abby and I check out of life for a week to play violin. I have officially packed one box. Go me.

The problem with selling our house, however, is finding a new place to live. We should have that nailed down this weekend, hopefully. It's a bit unnerving to know that we have to leave, but don't necessarily have a place to move into. We are learning a lot about faith. A LOT.

I am, however, pretty proud to announce that we have very nearly completed our first year of homeschooling. There have been many tears, fights, and struggles, but I'm pretty sure that we've all learned something in the process. And we've *gasp* decided to continue homeschooling next year. Although I must confess that we're in the midst of some pretty serious spring fever around here. It manifests itself in many different ways, notably my utter lack of motivation, and the girls taking hours to complete assignments that they could dash off in 15 minutes if they weren't so distracted by the gorgeous weather. Now I know just a little bit of how public school teachers feel.

We are trying to nightwean Ian. And by trying I mean I'm trying, and Ian is not. I feel bad for him, I do. I'm the one that has changed the rules with such callous disregard for his feelings. And he's the one that is crying for hours about it. In the middle of the night. Which makes teaching 6am violin lessons an extra bad idea. I'm trying to decide if it will get better if we keep working on it, or if I'll actually die of tiredness in the process. Is it possible to die from tiredness? I don't actually know, but even after an industrial-strength Diet Coke, I'm still feeling like I could fall asleep faster than a sleep=deprived narcoleptic, so who knows.

Wish me luck. And Diet Coke. I'm going to need lots of both.


  1. I hear you on the spring fever! Last week I had this little epiphany about how surely I could conjure up enough willpower to make this last three weeks of school something special rather than just fizzling out. My newfound energy lasted about two days... I'm soooo done! And yet I too want to sign up for another year. Go figure.

    Congrats on the move, that is so exciting!

  2. Good luck with the move, and with the homeschooling, and with the weaning! Eek! Chin up girl! You can do it!

  3. Oh come back here where u belong!!!


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