I'm not even sure where to begin with this post. I feel like it could be a whole series of me ranting about education. Suffice to say that after three days, my son isn't going to preschool anymore. At least not that preschool. And probably not any preschool. (He did go to a lovely parent run co-op preschool last year but it folded, not enough parents could make the commitment of time to run it, sigh.)
Which brings us to...homeschooling. Apparently, I'm "homeschooling" my preschooler, though I think it is inaccurate to use that term this early since preschool is optional anyway. So I guess I should just say he is at home with me. Anyway, how the heck did this happen?
I've always been scared to truly consider homeschooling as an option, probably because I knew once I open that door it might pull me in. Well, lets just say I'm slowly opening that door now. Not that I'm not scared shitless. I totally am. But I'm no longer walking around with my ears covered going "la la la" when it comes to talking about kindergarten next year and what on earth we are going to do.
What we are going to do next year will unfold with time...but today, he is at home. And I know that is the right place for him.