Tomorrow we're leaving town for a week, we'll be with Mike over this weekend for his cousin's wedding, then we will leave him on Sunday and head further south for a visit to my sister and brother and their families. After that we'll take a ride over to Saint Louis to visit my favorite blogging friend and keep her company during the most hellish sounding husband work rotation ever. It will be an adventure, there will be tears, there will be joy, there may be blood and sweat, but it will be great and a fantastic finale for our summer.
I am not a huge fan of summer things: I hate being hot, I hate lathering children with sun screen and sending them outside only for them to run back in 2 minutes later announcing that they are bored and done, then wanting to repeat the cumbersome process 15 minutes later. I do not like humidity, but I am pretty sure no one but Satan himself does, and I am not really the biggest fan of all the bugs. But I am feeling more and more like I just need to soak these last few weeks of summer up, particularly the aforementioned travels- and I hate saying things like "soak" or "cherish" in reference to life, but I just did.
It's kind of weird that I feel this way because no one in the Hahn house of South Bend is officially starting school when we return, but there is some mental change that happens even for me when all my friends are sending their kids off to school and "buckling down" with their schedules and what not. And it's not even like life with 3 kids 4 and under is in any way relaxing the summer time, *see the above description of getting ready to go to the back yard. BUT this is my last summer ever with a kid who is only in preschool and next fall I will have no excuse at all to not totally buckle down with and do some school with the rest of the child rearing constituent.
I will do something this fall with Naomi and call it home schooling, but only because she talks all the time about how excited she is to home school. Since she has no idea what that will even look like, I can pretty much announce "It's home schooling time!", hand her a hunk of clay and keep drinking my coffee and we're home schooling. I kid a little. But really, ever since I read Kelly's tips for home schooling in preschool, I have felt a serious lifting of the guilt that accompanies this time of year when everyone is posting pictures of their kid's first day of school. I immediately get a little defensive and start wondering if I should be doing a little bit more since 1) my oldest is the ripe old age of 4 1/2 years and I don't have her in a pre-k program yet 2) I also have an almost three-year-old who I have not even given one thought about putting into pre-school and 3) I have not purchased any preschool home school curriculum either so I must just be intending to keep them home forever and do nothing, resulting in the raising up of idiots who mooch off of the government for their lives.
It may be that I rely a little too heavily on the advice Kelly gave in that post and if so, so be it. I just don't feel in any rush to move on to the next stage with these kids. Never again will I have a 4 1/2 year-old, almost 3-year-old and a 10-month-old and never again will we be able to have the same sort of non-scheduled, comparatively relaxed (compared to moms hustling kids to school, or doing organized home schooling). I don't know what next fall will entail, and for now I don't even want to think about it, because for now I really like life as it is.