I dub my dreams "dreamarie." Here's what I'm daydreaming about today:
1. A haircut. Possibly like Katie Holmes' new do. But I don't know; I think I'm too chicken to chop so much hair off and cut thickish bangs like that. A haircut is definitely in the works, though. What do you think Melissa J.?
2. I don't know any girl who doesn't dream of her sisters and cousins and best friend and everyone special living on the same street as her. Albeit a waste of time, I'm constantly conjuring ideas for how to get my parents and all my siblings living in the same neighborhood. (Getting them to America would be a good start, no?) And I can't tell you how many times a day I wish my #1 GF, Claire, lived next door. We both have two-year-old girls and newborn baby boys and it would just be sweeeeeet. Is hoping that our husbands can start a grocery coupon business together so far-fetched? Maybe not so far-fetched as it is nerdy. I know, dream on. Right.
3. Homeschool. Yes, kindergarten is a ways off for Maggie. And it's not grade school I'm concerned about; what I'm worried about is the middle schoolers that drop the f-bomb while I'm speed walking around the track or the three high school boys I saw holding hands and skipping around the track together with their hairspray hairdos and makeup on. Did kids swear when I was twelve? Was it cool for the boys to be so "girly?" There's something innate to motherhood that makes me want to plug my kids' ears and cover their eyes and NOT send them into the big bad world! But, of course, that would be extremist and over-protective and most of all, impossible. I can't protect them from everything I disagree with. But back to daydreaming about homeschooling. Since I can't wrap my brain around how moms fulfill their mom role on top of educating their kids at home, here's how I envision homeschool playing out at our house:
We have a cook and a maid and a nanny (Emma) and a personal shopper while I cozy up and read the kids books for their history and English curriculum. I don't know how I'd teach them any degree of upper level math since I don't speak math-ese, but I'd figure something out. We'd take lots of field trips for science class and do lots of experiments in the kitchen (enter, cleaning lady) and we'd travel the world. We'd learn Italian in Italy and German in Germany and French in France and we'd visit all the historical spots together. Now that's my kind of homeschool.
And to be sure my kids don't become social misfits I'll have them enrolled in dance and soccer, but wait a second...the same kids that go to the public schools would be showing up to soccer practice and dance class, wouldn't they? ...making it, once again, impossible for me to protect my kids from the big bad world. (I actually think there's more good kids than bad. I'm just being dramatic, in case anyone is wondering about all my doom and gloom talk.)
So, maybe all the swearing and male skipping just triggered the idea to homeschool. The real reason I've been dreaming about MAG-style homeschool is because I love to be with them all day long, and I love to read to them, and I miss Europe, and I like the idea of having the flexibility for year-round travel, and I want to learn along with them because--imagine this--I daydreamed through high school and didn't learn all that I should have. Plus, who doesn't like the idea of a cook and a maid and a nanny and a personal shopper on a rough day?
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