|Adam checks out the Revolutionary War memorabilia during a homeschool field trip in the fall.|
Sometimes, we have to make absolutely monumental decisions in our lives. Our lives fell apart two years ago, and we are still facing the consequences of the event that led to the changes. Because my husband isn't with us right now, I have to fully support our family myself. There is no child support, no extra money coming in from other sources. I currently work three days a week, but am looking for a full-time job. Without a full-time job, there is no way I'll be able to pay the bills.
When I started working, I was determined to be Supermom and homeschool, work full-time, and run a home completely on my own. But the truth of the matter is that although I can do it, I can't do it very well. I am spreading myself too thin already, and one of things that is suffering most is Adam's schooling.
I thought we could do it at night and on the weekends. But Adam is a morning person. He doesn't do well doing school in the evenings. And buckling down to school on the weekend is hard when you also have to do laundry, grocery shopping, house cleaning, etc. Justin, at 16, takes many of his courses on the computer. As far as his other course go, I simply assign the work before I leave in the morning and check it and answer any questions when I get home at night. But Adam is young, and needs hands-on instruction.
And so, after much thought, prayer, and receiving of advice from my elders, Adam and I decided that he should try public school. In the end, we decided to start him immediately, as there is only a little more than four months left in the school year. By the end of the school year, we should know if it is working better than trying to work and homeschool at the same time as a single mom is.
This was huge decision for us, and one that I have constantly obessed over. On the one hand, I feel like I am going against the things I believe in, like being responsible for my own child's upbringing and education. But on the other hand, I want to give my child every educational opportunity available. Adam has never stepped foot in school before, and the adjustment will be extremely hard for both us, I think.
But today I bit the bullet and Adam and I went to our local elementary school to enroll him. They were having a teacher workday (or in-service as it is apparently known in this state), and we figured we could enroll him today and let him start next week. I called and talked to the guidance counselor yesterday, who set me up with an appointment with the principal today.
When we got there, I fillled out a bunch of paper work before seeing the principal. Since we hope to moving into our new mobile home as soon as I find another part-time job to supplement the one I already have, I put the new address down on the paperwork. Then the woman noticed the address on my driver's license was different. Not thinking anything about it, I was honest and told him we were living with another homeschooling family while our new home was being fixed up and made livable.
And then.... they refused to enroll my son in school. Apparently, some obscure law in this state says that you can go to school if you are homeless, or if you rent or own the home you reside in. So despite the fact that I lived in this state for a year and a half, because we are living with another family my son will not be allowed to attend school. I was told at the school that the only way I could enroll him while living in a friend's household was if I turned over custody of my children to the owner of the home. I love my friend, but I am sure as heck not giving them custody of my children! (Not that they would want that anyway, lol). And to top it off, the principal wouldn't even come out and talk to me! She sent someone else out to give me that message.
So I can't give Adam a proper education and work at the same time but the public school system refuses to give him an education, either. Talk about slipping between the cracks! Well, so be it. God will point me in the right direction, I'm sure.