If anyone doesn't believe that I'll be taking Xanax tomorrow they don't know me AT ALL. I hate to even type that for fear that one day Lance will run for office and then his wife will be accused of being hooked on prescription drugs and then it's all over for him. But seriously, I have a lot more skeletons to worry about that this.
To say that I am heartbroken over sending Goose to Kindergarten is an understatement. Every night before we fall asleep I ask Lance to let me homeschool Goose. This has been going on since April. I almost had him convinced, but then he decided that we needed to give this school a try. Of course, I know that we can always pull him out of school and that this school is a great opportunity for Goose, but I know that there isn't a great chance I will homeschool him again. And that makes me want to cry, something I don't ever do.
For every positive people keep telling me about sending him to school, I can come up with ten negatives. Part of wanting to homeschool is not being ready to send Goose to school. I have always admitted that, but I also truly believe I am the best teacher for him right now. We had such a great time this past year. He has learned a Kindergarten curriculum and loves learning. We didn't work too much, but enough to keep him eager for more. Today we did one last report together, and now I'm getting ready to empty my book bag. I won't be needing it anymore.
Lance says he will keep an open mind, and I promised the same. It doesn't mean I won't be bitter all week long, but I will try and trust the man I chose to be the father of my children. At church today, the second reading was from our wedding...St Paul telling wives to be submissive to their husbands. I guess this is my chance to follow through on that. We'll see how that goes...