Spring and Stuff

Ah spring. The song of birds, the muddy fields, the occasional moment of sun beating finally through the cloud cover, the crocuses pushing up through the dark earth, the sweet sweet moment when homeschoolers everywhere launch into the next year's planning. It can't be helped. No matter how much you think, I don't need to do this right now, in fact, it's The Very Last thing I need to be doing, I should be finishing the year I'm in now–there you are, suddenly, without forethought or intention, covered in catalogues and little bits of paper, looking through poetry books and carefully copying down the prices of all the stuff you wish you could have. Of course, this strong powerful spring feeling doesn't come over you when you're in your school room, surrounded by the destruction and woe of books mushed, covers torn, answers neglected, novels scribbled in. No, it's when you're sitting happily at your desk doing something else, not thinking for one minute about the pile of work that stands between you and the end of the year.

On the other hand, it has to be done. You might as well indulge yourself. Or so said I last week. And then I reworked my current schedule, because that's just a little hobby I have. Just like looking always for the perfect handbag, I am forever in search of the perfect schedule. If I just juggled a few things around, I always hope in the quiet darkness of my own distress, if I did spelling first and then math, or maybe laundry, maybe if I always put a load of laundry in, and then did spelling, everything would fall completely and serendipitously into place and I would be perfectly happy. So I draw it all up again, and try to add in a little color, so that it looks inviting, like all the work will be Fun! And you know how I love fun.

So today we will begin to try my New and Improved Life Changing Schedule that should Definitly See Us Through Until June. Well, no, I mean, tomorrow we will begin it. Today we will celebrate the birthday of Alouicious who is now eleven, Gak. He provided me with a long list of food he wants to eat and presents he wishes to receive, and hopes and dreams he longs to have fulfilled. I can't do all that and do math and spelling. That we will face down again tomorrow. And maybe, in the spirit of procrastination, I will detail for myself, on this very blog, what I'm thinking for the coming year. Or not. Maybe I'll totally forget, because even when I have a perfect schedule, I still manage to just wander around doing something completely different.