Ready, set, go

I really didn't want to run this morning.

Usually, the night before, I am looking forward to a run. I envision myself running farther and faster, people staring in awe as I fly by (actually that last part would never happen, but that's ok). Come morning, I am a little less enthusiastic.

This time, I wasn't even excited last night, so I didn't have a great deal of hope for the morning. It was only the fact that I am running a 5K on Saturday and don't want to fail miserably that I forced myself out the door.

To my surprise, it was a good run. It helps to have a gorgeous route and cool temps. At the turnaround point I was tempted to go further, but decided not to push it. Good thing too because I always forget how long and steep is the final quarter mile back to the house.

Why am I telling you all this? Well because it perfectly illustrates how I am feeling today about homeschool. In all the craziness of packing to leave 13 years of life behind, this "having to teach to the kids" thing kind of snuck up on me.

I really don't want to homeschool this morning.

Yesterday I was a madhouse of planning, preparing, and buying last minute materials. I am hoping to ease into it this week but with the amount that we are going to be disturbed in our schedule this year I know we can't afford to not dive in head first next week. I don't want to say goodbye to all my free time and hello to being a teacher again, but we can't have feral, uneducated young'uns running around.

But who knows? It could be good. It has been before. Yes, it's tough, and there are steep hills to climb, but I think we'll get into a groove soon enough.

So here we are. Ready, set, go.