So I’m almost done enrolling my son into the homeschool program with K12. My parents – bless their hearts – say I’m making the biggest mistake. I said no — been there and done that when I got married to ex #2:) They didn’t find that very funny. I listened to them both a bit (two separate phone calls – one from each parent) on the concern of taking him away from other children, I’m not a teacher – yadda, yadda. I explained again how it all works and then politely told them both that while they are free to express their opinions – I’m free to ignore them. They both know that it really is fruitless to try to talk me out of something once I make up my mind.

And then the kid says something to me — mom, I don’t know if I want to be homeschooled.

HEAVY SIGH

Okay — I tell him — think about it, but you have only 24 hours to do so and get back to me.

Now mind you – this is a subject that he and I have discussed at length. Now all of a sudden he’s thinking about it. What could have changed his mind? Two words: his father.

Well – it’s not like I’m jumping up and down with joy at the thought of teaching the little rascal. Just like a spouse – he is well equipped and knowledgeable of knowing what buttons to push to piss me off:) But, my top goal is to make sure he can learn and adapt enough with his empathic gifts in a comfortable environment without getting stressed out to the max.

I finished putting in the rest of my garden on Sunday. Killed 3 peppers plants in the process. I grow the little guys from seeds, so I take offense when they die. But they suffered from transplant shock. Everyone else seemed to have made the transition okay. A couple are a bit droopy today – but not dead, so there’s hope. Now while you’re in the garden you feel fine – dirty & muddy – but fine. Two hours afterwards it hit me — and my body is still hurting. I need a serious body massage:)

Did I ever tell you that on my mom’s side of the family – her mom – they did a family tree. Traced my ancestry back to some civil war soldiers, American Indians, over to Europe – all the way back to Charlemagne. I kid you not. So on one side of my family tree I have Vlad the Impaler and on the other side “The Father of Europe”. Here’s a tid bit on him: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlemagne Very – very interesting. Add to this my DNA ancestry – my soul past lives of Cleopatra, Atlantis and Joan of Arc — and no wonder I hate to clean!

Tracey emailed me today. No word from the guys over the weekend. But she is having one of those kick you in the butt headaches. This usually means something is about to happen. So if Bill does not contact her today – she’s going after him. I’ll let you know what happens.

Turned in the latest of DREAMERS. We’ll see.

That’s about it for now. Usually when there’s not much to report is right before there’s a lot to report:)

Crystal Sunshine!
Allie 🙂

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