My 20-minute March challenge marches on.
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Today was the last day for hip hop dance class. On Sunday cross-country ski practice is done. Monday the boys swim club wraps up. Same for my Disco Fit class. Thursday the last speed skating practice will be marked with a snacky-appy potluck. The boys' musical theatre group will continue for another month as they rehearse for a community performance.
When I list off these activities to other parents I feel a smidge defensive. We homeschool, I say, it's really important that the kids get out of the house for social interaction! And exposure to communicable diseases! And the chance to be taunted or teased by their peers! I'm not one of those loopy over scheduling moms! I'm outsourcing fine arts and physical education curriculum to professionals! I'm not made of money, the kids get government funding for these activities! I don't actually LOVE spending my afternoons at the rec centre!
Local groups and clubs are coordinated to end when the town's public schools get their two-week long spring vacation. The irony being that it's not actually spring here, or in many parts of Canada. We're in the dregs of that most dreaded of seasons: The Melting. All the pretty snow is covered in filth and grit. Cold winds whip up dust devils. The once frozen dog poop is melting out of the snowbanks. The roads are covered in treacherous layers of ice.
We started homeschooling in 2008 and every year (except last when our dog had died and I was full of despair) I pretend that spring break doesn't exist. This was easier in years past when Zarf and Klaxon were oblivious to the rituals of schools or the schedules of their friends. I like to stick to our normal schedule for studying and appreciate the novelty of not trying to organize meals in between trips to the rec centre for this or that. It's usually do-able when the break is only one week. But a two week span seems daunting. Especially because Zarf is simultaneously physically active and very social -- he will be agitating for us to swim at least twice a week.
And with that my 10 minutes has elapsed. So I leave you without any resolution. Lets pretend this is a metaphor for life.
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The Forest of Dean in England. It's so lovely and not beige.