After several weeks off for Christmas, New Years, and various other tasks and missions, all of them good but none of them in the least academic, I have had to buckle down and get my act in gear to resume the books tomorrow.
I have mixed emotions. I like the feeling of waking up in the morning and choosing what to do next, having plenty to do but nothing time-critical or urgent.
But I also know from a few years' experience that our family functions much better with structure. And so I look forward to resuming the routine, even though my darker side will fight it.
And...I think part of me has resisted this semester because it will be Bethany's last, and that's scary as well as happy. This is it--my academic input into her life will be finished and handed over to a gaggle of professors I may never meet (do they have PTA at college?). So the import of the next 18 weeks is huge to me, as will be the satisfaction when it comes to a close. Bethany will be number 6 of our 9 to graduate from our homeschool!
Anyway, my juices are flowing for the resumption of the school year.
But just wait. February is coming.