In the past few months we’ve gotten into the groove of having something scheduled almost every day of the week. Some days it’s just a playdate with friend, some days it’s outdoor “school”, some days it’s our day at the community center for homeschool classes, sometimes it’s a park day. I’ve never been so attached to my calendar! And it’s really brought home the funny notion that I used to boggle over when my kids were younger, “Why is it called ‘homeschooling’ if we are never home?” I understand that sentiment now.
One of the things I used to worry about when Silas was a toddler and we were contemplating homeschooling was being bored. Not having enough to do. Because, really, I think we were bored a little when he was that age. We had just moved to Seattle when he was two, and no matter how proactive one is, it still takes time to build community and make those connections.
The point is: we aren’t bored much now.
But it was so lovely to have this day appear yesterday where we had NOTHING planned (except gymnastics in the late afternoon, but I’m not even counting it!). No playdates, parks, or classes. Free to do as we pleased.
After a semi-disastrous trip to the YMCA where the kids got to play in the gym and I go to dance (there was some disagreement about leaving and deals were struck and broken, and well, you know how that goes), we got to come home and figure out what to do with ourselves.
It started with a snack picnic in the backyard. And some books were read, too.
And then we decided it was time to head to the beach. I am SO incredibly grateful to live 3 minutes from the beach. I love it.