Okay, so now what?

I woke up this morning with an odd, queasy feeling. No, I'm not pregnant. Thanks for asking, though. We all just love to be asked if we are pregnant. Am I right, ladies?

The feeling...it wasn't hunger, although I was hungry. I'm not sick. I am feeling a little displaced. See, preschool ended yesterday. School ends tomorrow. I am about to have three kids, all to my self, all day, every day. Oh, boy. I know I made those three babies but I guess I didn't think this through very well. What are we supposed to do with ourselves all day?

Yesterday, we had our preschool program. It's over! I made it! Three days a week for 2 hours at a time, I had eleven three year olds in my basement. I still have some of the fingerpaint smudges on my walls to prove it. I will admit, there were some weeks when I wondered what on earth I'd gotten myself into. Who does that? And I'm not even medicated. What was I thinking?

I'll tell you, though, what I was thinking. It came from this place in my heart that tells me that I feel happy when I am teaching. I know there are those out there who say that teachers are the people who couldn't make a living doing anything else. Well, I beg to differ. Teachers are people who are barely making a living doing what they truly love. And I am a teacher. I am a teacher!

Aha. So maybe we'll run things a little more like a school around here. I already get paid very little for the work I do here. Maybe I'll just make it official. Misha's school. Mom's school. Peay's Place of Education. Whatever. School's out....but I think we will remain in session here at our house. I have a basement full of small chairs, tables, craft supplies, books, scissors, glue, pencils, music. Why not?

So if you are feeling a bit overwhelmed, you may consider dropping in on us this summer. I think we will be holding school. No, I haven't completely lost all of my marbles. I just think it will be fun to have our own little play school. Maybe three times a week. Maybe from 9 until 11, just like preschool. No tuition involved, no expectations, nothing major. Just some learning, some structure, some schedule. I like that. I need that.

Oh, but don't come over for the first two weeks of June. I'll be busy storming the beaches at Normandy. Sixty-five years, you know. Obama and I, but not Queen Elizabeth. Should be grand. Should be educational. Should be right up my ally.