Gearing Up

Getting geared up for school this year is harder than usual. A home remodeling project is making the Artist's bedroom and the school room both unusable for a while. All the school books are scattered in various places through out the house.

All the things I expect to need for the first semester have moved into the living room. The literature I used to keep on the built in living room shelving is now in bags in the basement. (I pray this is VERY temporary!)

I used to know, or at least have a very good idea where everything was in the house. Now I would be hard pressed to find some things. You can imagine how much I am hoping I don't need any of those things that are "somewhere" until the remodeling work is done.

The Artist's cloud room has been outgrown for a few years now. It was a lovely nursery and bedroom when the kids were small. As the Engineer got older he moved out of the nursery and into his own room.The Artist stayed in the cloud room. With her teen years approaching, we thought it was time to repaint her room. She will get to pick her colors and her bedding pattern as a birthday gift.

The school room, annexing the Artist's bedroom, will be unusable for the duration of the project. Her dresser and a bookshelf are moved into the school room, and her closet is behind one of the tarps too. These cubby holes, which the kids and I used as you may remember using a locker at school will soon be covered with a thick layer of drywall dust. Unless there are some surprises hiding inside one particular wall, we hope to add some built in shelving to the new bedroom too. That will help solve a storage problem for the Artist. She has sculptures and keepsakes hidden in a very crowded drawer. It would be nice if she could display them. It would also lessen the chance that they would be damaged.

Tomorrow the workmen come to begin demolition on the Artist's room. Monday we have our first day of school (a field trip), and Tuesday we crack the books. This will be one interesting week.

Now, when I'm feeling so thoroughly unorganized, I have friends telling me how they are not organized enough to home school. I feel like the school year is a marathon, stretching out before me beyond the horizon. I'm not sure I have the energy for a 100-yard dash.