Now it’s time to get my a** in gear and make some arrangements.
Transport to and from airports.
And the biggie: a schedule for Harry and Toby while I’m gone that can be overseen by any variety of relatives and friends who’ll be caring for them. That’s the hardest one.
When you homeschool your kids the day to day stuff is the EVERYTHING about your life. If they went to school our schedule would at least have some basic givens every Monday thru Friday…pack a lunch and get them out the door by 8…breathe deeply…pick them up by 3…or something along those lines. With homeschooling we have 4H on Tuesdays and Spanish on Wednesdays and teen group on Monday nights and and and…and then there’s the routine at home that involves some books or an online course or something of that nature.
Plus the folks who will be caring for them also have lives. My mom will be doing the lion’s share. She’ll be transplanting herself from Oakland for about two weeks to cart Harry and Toby hither and yon, foregoing her Great Books discussion group, caring for our niece on Wednesdays, teaching folk dancing...You get the picture. She's no slouch.
Instead she gets to wear the House Nag hat at Three Boys Farm to get the boys to do their chores (let’s not forget that the animals will need food every morning and a cleaned out pasture by afternoon), and the Homeschool Matron hat when she's reminding Harry to work on his Photoshop tutorials and sitting with Toby to read. Not that that’s all bad. I mean, that’s the sugar of homeschooling…reading with Toby in a cozy chair in the living room.
Tomorrow is Toby’s birthday…very hard to believe my little bugger is turning 9! Yowza. What an old guy! Luckily, he still likes to cuddle with me in a big chair, still has a soft heart and is sweet as the day is long.