Public schools in our area started up again this week, and it was difficult not to feel the push toward organized activity and study. Nonetheless, this is what the first week of school looked like in our house...
My oldest was up before 7, as usual, and got to say goodbye to his Daddy. The rest of us dragged ourselves out of bed around 8. Ate breakfast out on the patio, which we haven't done in a few weeks because it's been too hot, and I've been waking up too late. Let the chickens out for a while and watered the garden.
Took a quick shower, then left to go to coffee with my mom and my sister, who's been visiting from Tuscon this week. It's a little weird being in a public place with kids on "the first day of school." We met friends at the library next, and that wasn't so awkward. One mom of littles asked if our kids were homeschooled and actually smiled when I said yes.
Read "Harry Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone" in the afternoon. Had neighbor kids over to play. Went out to dinner for my mom's birthday.
My parents and sister Brook headed up to San Francisco to meet my sister Lindsay for the premiere of their film at the WestWave Dance Festival. I wish I could have been there to celebrate the moment with them and see Lindsay's company perform, but, it wasn't to be.
Instead, we ran errands, planned fall field trips, and read more Harry Potter.
More laundry. Played Candyland with the boys. Baked cookies for our camping trip. Set out a craft. Neighbor kids came over to play while I made Ratatouille for the first time.
Met up with fellow homeschoolers for a "Not Back to School" pool party. Swimming and ice cream sundaes on a Thursday morning -- how could you not want to homeschool?
Then we rushed through Trader Joe's before heading home, so I could make a gluten-free chocolate cake to celebrate my mother's birthday again tonight. My parents, Brook, and her new boyfriend, the Rock Star, got back from San Fran just in time for dinner.
The Rock Star was cute, and sweet with the boys, who made him climb trees, play ping pong, hunt for walruses and jump on the trampoline -- on two hours of sleep and nine hours of jet lag, poor thing. He must really like my sister.
Tomorrow I pack, clean, water the garden, and try to get the car loaded before Scott gets home so we can leave for the beach asap.