Walking Backwards

Tomorrow is our last day of vacation. Monday marks when our lives go back to their normal, over-scheduled selves. Monday also marks our return to Nicholas' school after the last conflict we have had with them and I'm kind of dreading it. Over the break, Joe and I have basically decided that we are going to pull Nico out of school and try to find another preschool for him to go to this last year before he starts kindergarten. I'm tired of the struggle. The other option we have is to become active in our local homeschooling group, but I'd like him to have the structure before he is forced into it by our public education system (we're too poor for private school and I can't say home with him for financial and sanity reasons). Nicholas loves the school and I hate to take him out, but they are at the point of refusing to listen to our doctors or respecting our wishes in regards to our son's education. They do not have my son's best wishes in mind, so they gotta go. It's crappy. However, I have to say that spending so much time with him has been great. I love to just hang out and be able to do what we want most days. Who knew that I would say that one day, that I would rather have my son spend all of his time home with me than send him to school so I can read and study and do my own thing. Maybe homeschooling wouldn't be too bad.

Right now I am so tired that I am going to have to cut this entry short without going into the usual late night rambling that I'm prone to. I keep having to rewrite sentences and correct misspellings and unclear phrasings. MMMMMMMmmmmmmm, nap.