Well, I have to find a school for Michael so he can attend sixth grade next year. Homeschooling is out of the question. We’ve tried it. It didn’t work. I don’t want to do it anyway. I thoroughly enjoy my work and having coffee with friends. 🙂
I found out last week that I’d have to find a school for him. We didn’t know whether his current school would choose to have a 6th grade or not . . . until now. They have made a decision with many sound reasons and I fully agree with the choice for his school to not offer a sixth grade class.
That leaves me in a bit of a pickle though. This past weekend I refused to think about it. When I did think about it, my eyes got all misty and sting-y, so I’d stop thinking about it. Today is Tuesday, and I am starting to think about the possibilities and my eyes aren’t even sting-y. 🙂 Progress. Forward progress and that is a great thing. Next Monday, I will start making phone calls and I will schedule open house visits. For now though, I have eyes at half-mast. I will wait for myself to continue to adjust to the newest task at hand. A task I have done, what feels like, way too many times for a beautiful ten-year-old boy.
School number seven, wherefore art thou?