It seems like I should try to write a poem a la "Twas the Night Before Christmas", but alas, I am out of time, so I'll need someone more clever than me to write it.
The night before a new school year is always different. Yes, we have schooled all summer, taking breaks only for vacation time. Yes, we never did finish several subjects last year, so we will continue those subjects. So why does it seem like a new school year?
It's almost like New Year's to me. I've made resolutions to be in bed by 10:00 (and I'm pushing that even as I write.) I've made resolutions to be up early. To walk for an hour in the morning. To meal plan diligently and to make our life style that much healthier.
I've made resolutions to make the boys work late in the evening should they not accomplish what I need them to by 3:00. I've made book lists to be read aloud several times a week. I've resolved which rooms will be decluttered. (Boy, do we have to get rid of some books!)
The sad part is that by this time next week, I know that it will be a fight. A fight to go to bed by 10:00. A fight to get up early and walk with my husband for an hour. A fight to meal plan, let alone to make healthier meals. But I have picked the battles I'm willing to fight: The one about making the boys work late into the night should they not accomplish what they need to accomplish... they'll be happy to hear that!
Well, the clock struck 10. At least I'll get my first day off to a good start!
"And to all a good night!"
