sigh. I think most of you know I home school my special needs kiddo. In so many ways, he is the coolest kid ever. And in so many ways, he is the most exhausting child ever.
We fight, non stop, all day, about home school.
So the hubs and I decided it was time for him to go back to school. Public is not an option where we live. I researched 100 private schools in a 30 mile radius. Many started at too old an age. Many were ridiculously expensive. (Think 8-10 times what I paid for a year in college.)
Long search short, we found a couple of options. One the kiddo decided was not worth the drive (90 minutes each way in traffic). One was having a space crunch and not sure they would be accepting 4th-6th graders next year. And one was just about right.
They didn’t take him.
My vista of 5 hours to myself 4 days a week just closed like a black curtain of despair. Another year fighting with the kiddo about his education. Another year of chipping away at my writing goals in ten minute increments. Another year of constant companionship that is beyond chatty. Another year of interrupted showers. Another year of a job at the co-op because my child attends there.
oh the horror. Excuse me while I cry in my spilled milk.