“This is Blahblahblah Elementary school…nothing is wrong.” Um, not really what you want to hear when you answer a call from your kids’ former school. Apparently, I hadn’t signed some form. It had nothing to do with homeschooling. I was still anxious about going up there though. I was worried that it would be some kind of trap in which I would be forced to meet with the principal and explain myself. Yes, I am paranoid…and a huge chicken.
I thought I would miss the school once we started homeschooling. But I haven’t. The truth is, I never really felt comfortable there for a lot of reasons. Now our school is the park, the library, the car, our dining room table or sofa. It feels right so far. And in the end, revisiting Blahblahblah Elementary wasn’t as hard as I thought.