For the last few months, I've been very quietly researching curricula, annoyingly emailing my homeschooling friends, and turning our dining room into a classroom.
It's amazing how far things have come since I was home schooled.
For one, people don't look at you as oddly when you mention it. And you're not compelled to go through your entire and very long winded reasoning behind it, offering empirical evidence that you came out just fine or "so normal" (as I've been called on a frequent basis) even though you don't have a high school diploma to show for it.
Meanwhile, I'm so completely not "normal," it's funny. But whatever.
I vowed never to homeschool my own children, for various reasons that are sort of inconsequential now. But I also vowed never to get a tattoo or give a blow job, so apparently my word IS WORTH NOTHING.
But here I am, flipping through books that I used myself, writing lesson plans for the first time since I taught school, and getting pretty damn excited.
It's been a challenge to figure out what exactly we'll be able to handle in terms of activities and enrichment programs because I've got two other kids (and another soon arriving) to shuttle around, plus work, a traveling husband.
For now, we've got Drew enrolled in part-time preschool, an interview with a regular sitter tomorrow, and a few fun activities (like violin lessons, ballet class, and a day-long program that will include all sorts of fun classes not taught by me).
And a whole lot of optimism. Or booze. Same difference, right?