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Tuesday

*Sigh* Many of these posts will be seemingly pointless. I have nothing profound or witty to offer.  But for the sake of exercising this muscle I am hoping to develop.  Here is goes. 

If you have been following my life for some time now, you already know that we started homeschooling back in 2020.

But like, before the pandemic. 

You get slightly more street cred if you decided to homeschool before the pandemic, than during. 

This year, we are adventuring out and trying a co-op. 

The hope is to give the kiddos some enrichment and a rich atmosphere to interact with likeminded peers.

It has been good. I have a lot of hope for the program. 

The funny thing is, Haley and I have both had anxiety dreams surrounding co-op.  For her, she forgot to bring her presentation.  For me, the kiddos were so naughty, that I ended up quitting the co-op. In addition to it being a really awesome experience for us, I think it is challenging us in other ways as well. 

It has also been interesting because it does hit so close to my college education in elementary education. Something, which frankly, I have mentally packed up and shoved into a dark abandoned closet of my mind. There has been something good and exciting about pulling that box back out, and blowing off the dust. This feeling is leading me to the desire to jump in, and throw all caution to the wind.  However, I have learned that I often jump all in, too fast. So for now, I am trying to curb my excitement and take one step of faith after another. 

Next week is a planning week for the following year.  I am eager to attend that and see what is next. 

Other than that, today has been pretty chill.  We are expecting some significant storms, my guess is, we will be spending some family time in the ol' basement today.  Riding out the waves or tornado potential. 

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