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I’ve been thinking quite a bit about school lately, starting with the chin-scratcher of whether or not Riley should start kindergarten this fall, and moving right into a mostly-uninformed and knee-jerky sort of freakout about what his experience will be like once he does start public school, which is kind of a stupid thing to worry about at the moment because man, our future is nebulous lately in the Magic Eight Ball REPLY HAZY TRY AGAIN sense, and it’s anyone’s guess what we’ll be doing a year or so from now. Will we be here? Living elsewhere? Selling plasma? Rolling in gold ingots? CANNOT PREDICT NOW ASK AGAIN LATER.

Still, I enjoy a good pointless fret session (see also: zombies, Large Creepy Things Partially Submerged in Water, the unhappy results of the pinch test on the back of my hand), so I’ve been worrying about What Will Happen If We Aren’t Happy With Our Public School and then I looked up tuition information for some local private schools and I died, the end.

(Honestly, I didn’t think anything could be more expensive than our daycare school, but ha ha ha ha HAAA. Wrong.)

In other education-related musings that require an actual resolution of some kind, I’m trying to decide if I should sign up for a math class this summer or not. On the one hand, I definitely should, because I have a lot of catching up to do in that subject; on the other hand, this semester’s nutrition class has been fascinating but also kind of a lot of work, and I am giddy at the thought of a break from studying and homework and evening classes during the best time of the year in the Northwest. There are a lot of races and events I want to participate in, and I would love to feel free to focus on training and enjoying the long days instead of being tied to a textbook once the kids go to bed each night. On the other other hand, maybe pre-algebra math doesn’t require a lot of studying and high-volume memorization? Like not as bad as the biochemistry stuff from this quarter, right? Or is it? Or will it be a lot of repetitive assignments and worksheets that take just as much time as remembering what the fuck a Krebs cycle is and I’ll feel too guilty to go for that long bike ride because what if I don’t get an A in class OH MY GOD?

Basically I’m feeling like we should all just live in the woods and wear badger pelts and teach our children how do the badger-skinning and leave the complicated complexities of the modern world to the inevitable robot overlords. Who’s with me? Badger looks soft.

Man, we had a busy weekend.

Biking:

Pizza picnicking:

Nad-smashing:

Coloring:

Outdoor movie-watching:

And whatever-the-hell-this-is-ing:

It was a great couple of days but this morning I woke up thinking how I could really use a nice low-key weekend to recover from our weekend, you know? And then I went to work, the end.

Bah.

Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Dylan’s sleeping much better at night now. I still have to go in every now and then and sort of blearily pat him a little to get him re-settled, but he’s not nearly as high-maintenance as he used to be. My favorite thing is that he no longer needs to be eased into sleep at bedtime. I can pretty much read him a story, cuddle him a bit, and he’s good to go . . . even if he doesn’t fall asleep right away.

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