Today was a very long day at the end of a very long week.
Homeschool lessons were suspended this week as I worked on a report for the boys' distributed learning school. It's a small price to pay for the financial and professional support the system supplies, but I find these three times a year deadlines to be immensely stressful. I have no issue with reporting the great strides they've made in the core areas of math, language arts, science and social studies. I falter when it comes to the areas of health and arts. These are the areas that fall to the side as we focus on the things that are interesting and important.
Yesterday I finished off the reporting documents and was free to focus upon today.
Our eldest child participates in a competitive sport, and his club hosted a meet. This necessitated A LOT of work by A LOT of people, one of whom was Mr. Wrath. He had a long, complicated week at work. After spending hours at his job, he'd come home and spend hours and hours at an assortment of tasks that would have turned me into a blathering, raging, vodka-swelling loon.
My volunteer contribution was 24 muffins for the potluck lunch. I think they were quite delicious, however they did not prove as popular as the tray of Costco muffins. I'm a bit hurt by this. Well, I would be, if I hadn't just eaten two of my leftover muffins with melted butter.
I justify my minimal efforts on the fact that I homeschool. All my powers (both macro and micro) of organization are consumed with planning and teaching. There is nothing left to spare for this -- or any -- organized sport.
I can't help but wonder what excuse I would use if the boys were in a traditional school. I'm sure I could come up with something other than the true reason: I just really don't feel comfortable in the milieu of organized sports. Why are there so many rules and regulations? Is there some guideline that children's enjoyment of a sport is in direct proportion to the amount of stress it creates in the lives of adults? Why can't we all just agree to openly mock the overly-involved sporting parents the way we mock the stage mothers on Toddlers & Tiaras? Why did everyone eat those Costco muffins and not mine? I HAND GRATED those apples, you know!?
That's not to say today wasn't enjoyable. It was tiring, but it wasn't boring. I ate a muffin. Or 12.