Tuesday, August 27, 2013

It's Going To Be Nerve-Wracking Until It's All Over With

The Banshees have spoken. They want more structure than I have been able to give them. Considering I have been tearing my hair out over my inability to get them to actually, you know, FOLLOW the structure I've tried to put in place, I probably should be getting a high quality wig or figuring out how to be gracefully bald in public. However. Charter school it is then. And O, the roller coaster that has been over the last two weeks.

Their first choice rejected them. Too far behind. Which was something I had been saying for a while, but being my offspring, they kinda went deaf when it comes to parental pearls of wisdom. No, some poor shell-shocked administrator, who has surely seen everything before, had to be the one who told them: "Sorry, but you're not going to be able to keep up with our curriculum when you're this far behind." Him, they'll listen to. Oy. So they're trying to catch up, and I'm trying to get them into an online charter that will give them the "structure" they so desperately (ha!) want.

Transcripts are going to be a real bear. I'm still trying to figure out how to get these into a shape that will actually be informative. Then there are the birth certificates, proof of residency, health check-ups, and other assorted detritus that I have to get into faxable form and shoot off to the online academy.

Children. They drive you to drink, and then deny you the ability - because parenting is a full-time, 24 hour a day, 7 day a week job, and until you have a tag-team partner, you have to do it sober. My tag-team partner has to carry a full-time job, so my full time job is being a Responsible Parent, sometimes when I least want to be. Being a grown-up is not for the faint-hearted.

Still, we're inching along. I'm gathering the paper-work, figuring out how to navigate an email faxing system, and wrestling with transcription. It may be informative to tell an administration that your student is two to four grades behind their age-cohorts in math, and they absolutely kill at anything related to Shakespeare and Goosebumps, but it isn't exactly information in a form the administration can use. One way or seven, however, they're going to get the "structure" they think (HA!) they want.

And they are probably going to shine.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Taking Stock

I finished my Camp NaNoWriMo effort - 75,363 words in 31 days. Maybe 5,000 of those words are worth saving, and I think I'm going to try to save them. The whole experience this round has been fun, and so what if less than seven percent is salvageable. I prefer to think of it as a solid core around which to build.

There is also no doubt in my head that I'm having hormone storms and the general stress of life isn't making them any easier. Now that NaNo is off my stress list, I have time to integrate exercise back into my daily existence. DBS said I was a lot easier to live with when I was exercising (okay, he was much more diplomatic about these things because he really doesn't want to hurt my feelings). I'm sure the Banshees thought I was easier to deal with too. Tomorrow night I need to have my workout gear on hand because I'm gritting my teeth and getting with it again.

Tomorrow I have to get outside and work on the duck runs as well.

And I have to figure out which time slot in the day is marked Writing Time and is sacrosanct from all demands save those compatible with sustaining life.

Thinking about putting at least two of the Banshees in some sort of pubic school setting. Maybe they will take to it like ducks to water. Maybe they'll find they don't like it. Maybe they'll find some setting in between and make some serious decisions for themselves. But they need a break from me, and I need a break from them, and it has nothing to do with our affection for each other. They just need something different for a while and so do I.

Now I have to spend some serious time on veggie prep. Volunteering for the vegetable co-op means I'm bringing home a lot more than I am used to, and I have wasted much more these last two weeks than I'm comfortable with. Time to get out the hack'n'slash skills and prep for lots of steaming, baking, boiling, grilling, and just plain old getting it ready for fresh eating. Better diet will probably also help with the whole I think I'm going mental thing as well. I may like eating a lot of beige things but that doesn't have to be the only color group in my diet!