. . . I have:
*Only cried a little bit
*patched and touched up paint on several dings in several walls
*painted the front door to hide the wood putty I used last week to hide the damage our aging pooch did to the door before we realized he’s developed some kind of anxiety problem which necessitates him being outside whenever we aren’t home — unless we want more woodwork chewed up and shredded to bits
*discovered more pain dings I forgot to to fix
*read the next two novels in the Stephanie Meyer vampire series (really a good distraction from the stress, but I have a love hate relationship with these books — they aren’t that well written, but I LOVE them, well, except the third one)
*avoided reading any of the relocation package details (though it is better than we were lead to believe — if our house doesn’t sell within a few months, the company will buy it from us — yay!)
*found out that our new I171-H, all stapled to its notarized, authenticated and certified statement of authenticity, is now in the hands of the provincial officials who JUST NEED TO SIGN THE DAMN PAPER!
ahem . . .
*looked at more real estate on line
*received countless offers from friends to watch my kids and/or help me pack stuff up
*my kids! oh my word! I think I’ve been neglecting my kids!
Ha! No worries. School has been getting done and the younger two are still alive and well fed so, though I may not have been paying as much attention to them the past few days as they would like, I haven’t really been neglecting them.
Three vampire novels in under a week though, that’s something. I mean, vampire books? That is so not me.
Oh, and back to the kids thing for just a minute. When did pre-school become such a given? I mean, when I was a kid, hardly anybody went to preschool. When I decided to homeschool my kids I knew people would think I was weird, but I never expected anyone to look at me like I have three heads because I didn’t put them in “school” at the age of two or three. When did that become the norm? Just curious.
Which reminds me of a time (total stream of consciousness here) when a woman at church was giving a lesson (I have no recollection what it was supposed to be about) and she was going on about how we just don’t understand how lucky we are because in some countries, other countries, parents just send their children, from a very young age, to government run schools where the government decides what is and isn’t important for them to learn, and these kids are totally influenced by what they are taught in these government schools, and this just seems so normal to the parents that they never question it and don’t realize or question the agenda behind the education. And I just sat there thinking, “Duh. Are you really saying that and exempting yourself, your children and the U.S. educational system from it? Really? Really?“
I have so much more I could say on that, but I’ll leave it alone for now. It’s just frustrating, trying to find a home in a sparsely populated area with a million tiny little school districts, because I am going to start sending my children out into that system sometime in the next few years and so I have to take that into account as we search for new digs. I like the idea of larger schools with a wider variety of educational opportunities, but I also like the idea of smaller schools where I can probably more readily have an influence on what goes on with my children’s education. The greater Radiator Springs area just doesn’t seem to have any schools with that much of an educational variety, so I guess I just go for the best small district I can.
And, for the record, if a school district is going to bother to put up a web site, they may actually want to address their academics on said web site. Making a big to-do over your sports teams and the fact that you will send my fifth-grader to a week-long science camp with high school students as the camp counselors just really doesn’t make me want to move into your district. Especially when I look up your fifth-grade science scores for the state tests and they S.U.C.K. Fat lot of good that camp is doing. Unless, of course, you are trying to get young girls experiencing unprecedented rates of precocious puberty a date to the junior prom.
I’m just saying.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.