Procrastination, again

The fall schedule looms manic, how did that happen? Today I am avoiding the calendar. I am suppose to be filling all the little boxes with all the events to which we are already committed. It scares me. I am hoping to be pleasantly surprised when I finish to discover that in no way have I overloaded things it was just my imagination running a muck and the schedule is eminently workable.

I hope. I really believe at this point it is only my schedule that is out of control and this will change after a week of concentrated class preparation. I am teaching three classes this fall, including two new ones, instead of just one and new classes always require more upfront work than I remember. My oldest is in charge of her own schedule and she has done a much better job this fall than I have. The younger two won't be over booked, because they keep trying to skate on the academics, which makes for no extra-curriculars, makes me a bit sad but I refuse to fight as it's ineffective. So onward to class prep and a lowered heart rate.

Fall Obligations

Must learn how to post photos and links to keep this from becoming even less interesting. The weeks of summer have flown, and fall is racing forward and I am not ready. I like the peacefulness of summer the unhurried days and sitting by a pool with certain regularity. But I now have to plan for fall.

We have begun some art and begun the religion, but not a whole lot more. Butterflies and gardens are fading and they have asked for more history and french? Math is set and language arts at least I know what we will be doing for that. Chemistry did also emerge this summer and will resume as our instructor's other obligations dissipate. History co-op will resume this fall on Fridays, but I think we will also cover early modern times on our own as well. Theatre and Tae kwon do will take care of themselves. Book clubs continue in September, OH I need to pick a title for the first meeting, now.

I am also looking at creating classes that involve sewing, and maybe recycling, and maybe some crafts, and can you tell the ideas are still floundering? I have to appeal to a wide age range, offer substantive learning opportunities, with minimal supplies, and all in one hour. This is really stretching the creative brain. I plan to hit the bookstores this weekend as I know there are sources there. The library failed me yesterday, nothing of interest on the shelves and not much that was missing or checked out. I did not have time to check the kids department so I may have missed something but the adult section was dismal. These classes need to be pulled together with syllabus and cost by next week.

All while we travel out of town for a birthday party... Enough with the musings must get to work.

Resolutions?

Once again it is time for new years resolutions. "It is May," you say "isn't that a little too late for resolutions. Well after lent and an Easter filled weekend, I am feeling forgiven and feeling the urge to try again to get things right. What this will look like is still beyond my ken, but I can see bits and pieces (boulders and mountains is more accurate) that need improving so we are going to try the old one step at a time theory.

One at a time I think too, if I commit only to one new discipline, I am only accountable for that one. If I happen to do a couple of other improvements along the way those won't be official ones so if I flub, no need for guilt and if they succeed well I will be that much farther along when they become official. This is a good ploy for the perfectionist, as guilt and self destructive tendencies are almost impossible to avoid. Even after years of setting aside those bad tapes, when you least expect it one will start running in your brain. This is a battle I was pretty sure I had won, so to be occasionally blindsided unnerves me a bit.

I was once hoping for a nice quiet week to begin the life makeover, but have decided this will never happen and the only way to move forward is to jump in amid the chaos. I have come to realize that it isn't going to slow down, and waiting is really just a delay tactic. Come on in the water's fine.