There are once again children lining my living room floor doing their homework. School is back in session, and with the exception of references to assorted summer experiences, it is hard to believe we ever left. It's amazing how we just roll with things, like it or not, perfectly prepared or not, because, well, that's just what we do.
On the first day, I had the odd sensation I have each year on
Halloween--that despite knowing the day was coming, I somehow arrived at
it not quite equipped. Yet, with only some of the requisite supplies,
we made it through Day One. On Day Two, we knew that there would be a
weekend, so whatever happened would be okay--it would be the weekend.
Now that we are into full weeks, the beginning has quickly started to
feel like the middle--assignments, planning ahead, incorporating
extracurriculars, even working toward next steps. There is not a lot of
time for stopping and thinking, or for cleaning the floor where everyone
is lying to do homework. (Yes, they do have a room and desks-- they
just prefer to be horizontal in the middle of things). There is simply
doing, and moving, and rolling with things. And preparing to roll with
the next set of things. It is just Week Two, but I guess we are settling