We are very excited (nervous, anticipatory– not anxious) about school this fall.
As you may know, this year is Jay’s “turn” to travel to Antarctica again (because this is the internet I’m not going to specify when. Those who need to know and don’t should have our email). Because of the combined weight of single parenting and the other challenges during his absence we looked into “away” school as a means of lightening my load.
The result is we’ve picked a Christian school (uniforms and all) that we’ve committed to for the fall semester. We’ll reevaluate at Christmas as to whether the children will finish out the year there.
Natasha is already excited, Melody already trepedatious, and Elisha vaguely positive, but mostly neutral.
School starts early enough in the day that Jay will take the kids on his way to work, but that will mean retraining everyone’s sleep schedules: they’ll need to leave with Daddy before 7:30 in the morning, which means they’ll need to be up around 6, which means we’ll have to try and have everyone down by 7:30.
We’ll experiment with some of those changes (up and down) closer to school’s start in August.
And for me, now that I’m settled that Fall semester (at least) is happening away from home, I’m trying to wrap my head around the implications. Of course there’s the ~6-hours alone each day, and that currently seems like a fairy tale.