Brain Dump


1. We sent Chicken to school last week, just a few blocks up the street. I have half-composed a bazillion posts in my head about this decision, in which I use all the words in the universe to explain the back and forth and soul-searching and eventual decision.

Instead of that marathon post, I’ll just hit on one major turning point: talking to a friend about the decision and realizing how many times I referenced feeling guilty about sending her to school.

I did NOT say that I think public school is best.
I did NOT say that I think homeschool is best.
I did NOT say that I feel strongly that she needs one or the other this year.

Just that I didn’t want to send her to school, and then feel guilty when she struggles.

In hearing myself express this guilt over and over, I realized what a power player it was. And I think that is a poor reason to make a decision.

I demoted “guilt” out of the number one motivator, and made the decision from there. So- here we are- with a first grader at Venable.

(And- yes- she has already struggled in the ways I think she will continue to. And I feel sad for her and protective of her when she talks about that small part of her day. But that is not turning into soul-crushing guilt. See how lovely that is? Also- by and large- she is really enjoying school. It is not all struggle and difficulty, by any stretch.)

2. Could it be? Are we possibly looking at a reprieve from diapers? We are about three weeks into potty training and I think it is safe to say we are in the clear. (With the exception of naptime and nighttime. A-okay with me). I am high-fiving myself left and right.

3. I was out with my husband the other night and ordered a Coke and got the standard “Did you say Diet or regular?” question in return. Blergh. I am confident that only women get asked this dumb question. My husband doesn’t get asked, but I do- easily- over half the time.

Don’t assume that because I am a woman, I am on a diet and want the diet beverage. Regular Coke, always.

4. We were in D.C. this weekend and I was asked- twice!- if this is my first child. Bless your hearts. Does this look like my first rodeo? Do I look dewy-eyed and well-rested? I will take what you just asked as a huge compliment. And- yes- your tip just went up another 5%.

5. While in D.C., the kids were with their Poppies and Mimi. Good times were had by all. Tractors were ridden, watermelons were carried, and movies were watched. From my eldest: “We watched ‘Spirit’ four times and ‘Land Before Time’ twice!” And somehow they even managed to fit in a trip to Sweet Frogs!

There’s no spoiling equal to that of the grandparents.



7 thoughts on “Brain Dump

  1. That first pic is adorable.
    I was so busy high fiving myself today over potty training successes that I stepped in poop. Literally. The poop in the floor that plopped out of her underwear.

  2. I don’t know you well, but I’m proud of the way in which you made the school decision. Good for you! And good for your sweet little girl!

  3. Great post. I never grappled with home school vs. school but I did struggle with what kind of school. It helped when someone told me something obvious. “Nothing is written in stone”.
    Kids will always have struggles in life and we as parents work to give them the tools to work through these struggles.
    If however the choices you have made proove not to be a good fit and the struggles are too costly – Change. Its ok. RIght?
    Better to reject a known then a scary unknown. Better yet maybe you guys find out it is mostly good. It never will be all good, never – no matter what you choose.
    Hope First grade is mostly good. : )

  4. Sometimes they just give me the Diet Coke instead of even asking. GROSS! And I’m 100% positive this only happens to women. Blargh.

    Happy you made a decision not based on guilt. The more I think about it the more I think guilt plays into most of my decisions involving working and Lil’D. Again, I’m 100% certain my husband does not feel this guilt.

    And I used to tutor at Venable. It’s a wonderful school.

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