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I think helping your child receive a good education is one of the biggest gifts you can bestow on him. Right now I am wrestling with the decision over how to have our Wee Beasts educated.

We live in Kansas City, MO, and if you aren’t familiar with the school district here, do a quick Google search and prepare to be shocked and appalled at what you find.

I do not want my kids to go through the KC public schools. And since we just moved one year ago, I’m not ready to pack up and move across the state line into Kansas (even though it’s just two blocks away) just for the sake of being in a different school district. So here are the options I’m considering:

Homeschooling

I really want to homeschool my kids. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since before I had kids. I told The Doc my dreams before we were even married. But he was a medical school student at the time, and I was the breadwinner and couldn’t even imagine not going to work every day.

Times have changed, though. We now have two beasts, 3 and 4 years old. The Doc’s business is growing and we now even live in a house that would have space for a dedicated “school room.”

I’ve been reading up on the laws in Missouri and what homeschooling is like here. I’ve even found a plan that I really love. The K12 program, which is an online public school. BUT…it’s not in our state yet. Kansas, yes. Missouri, no. Of course. BAH! And now I’ve started a home-based business, and I’m getting new clients on a regular basis. I’m worried I won’t have the ability to juggle client time and school time if I’m trying to cram both in during the day.

Private Schooling

I took Big A to an Open House at a local private school last winter. He loved it and was so excited to have a new school to go to. Poor kid didn’t realize he had another 18 months to go before he could start there, but private schools tend to have waiting lists so we had to check into it early. It’s a small school, with the current Kindergarten class consisting of six kids. Yes, you read that right. Six. 6. That’s it. They have plans to grow it some so that he might start with 8-12 kids in a class. I think it’s awesome that he would get so much individual attention that way, and that the teacher would really know how he’s doing in each area and could tailor work with him to be exactly what he needs.

It’s a great option, but I decided to keep exploring what else is available to us.

Charter Schooling

I just discovered an amazing charter school yesterday. It’s a short seven-minute drive from our house. Even though it’s technically a KC public school, it’s run by Central Missouri State University.

The best part is that it’s a language immersion school. Ah-may-zing! I’ve always wanted to speak another language. Despite owning every Menudo album in Spanish in my junior high years, taking Spanish in high school for two years and one year in college, it didn’t “stick.” Surprising? No. If you don’t use it, you lose it.

But with an immersion school, you use the language all day, every day. For everything. Starting from “hello” (or “hola,” “bonjour,” or “gutten tag”) on the first day of kindergarten, the teachers only speak to the kids in another language. I wish I could go to an immersion school and learn a new language. But since I can’t, I could send my beasts to one.

Learning a second language expands your mind. It allows you to pick up even more languages later in life fairly easily. And with native-speaking teachers from around the world, it would be a phenomenal cultural experience. Oh, and most importantly, test scores from the school’s students show that they are really smart and do very well in school. They tend to be recruited by top-notch private schools and colleges later, with many receiving sizable scholarships because of their grades. YEA!
So…

What to do?

The charter school usually has more kids apply than they have spots for. So kids are enrolled based on a lottery system. That means I can apply for one of the spots, but the decision is really out of my hands. IF Big A gets a spot, Little A would automatically get one the following year. IF he doesn’t get a spot, we’re out of luck.

Then my decision would be between homeschooling and private school. Depending on how my business is going (growing), I might be able to hire some staff and only need to be in a management role. I’d be able to homeschool without too much conflict.

Realistically, the decision my end up being made for me by life circumstances. But I’m a thinking, a brooder, and very contemplative, let’s-just-weigh-all-the-options-and-compare-pros-and-cons-of-each kinda girl. So I’ll be thinking of this day and night for the next few months.

If you’ve wrestled with this decision yourself, I would love some feedback, advice, thoughts, stories to know how you handled it, and if you’re happy with the choice you made.

It’s hot.

I mean H-O-T.

Yesterday we hit 100 for the first time in three years. Not that it hasn’t felt like 100+ weather for the past two months. It has. The heat index has regularly been between 110 and 115.

But it finally is 100 on the thermometer, with a heat index near 120.

That’s so hot that our dogs don’t want to go outside. They literally walk down the stairs of the deck, do their “business” in a ring of (now dead) grass that extends about two feet away from the bottom step, and wearily climb their way back up.

These are dogs that usually LOVE to be outside. They patrol the borders of the fence diligently. They chase off intruders such as squirrels, birds, rabbits and even the occasional ‘possum.

But not anymore. Now they prefer to be inside. Specifically, they prefer to lay around on the cool tile floors of the kitchen or bathrooms. Sometimes I catch them walking in front of a fan to catch a nice breeze.

Hootie, aka Big Dumb Dog, has proven himself to be quite the doggy genius. He has taken up residence in front of an A/C vent. It’s a prime spot, with a nicely chilled floor beneath him and a steady flow of cold air across his big, burly 100 pound doggy bod.

Yes, these are the Dog Days of Summer.

And here is my smart, dumb dog…

Hootie in front of the air conditioner vent

We own a rental house. I know that sounds posh or hoytie-toytie or something, but it’s not. It was a house I bought when I moved to Kansas City. It was my bachelorette pad before I met The Doc.

Not that I did “bachelorette” kinds of things. Mainly, it had a big yard so I did lots of “lawn boy” things. (I mean me playing the role of “lawn boy,” not me sitting back and watching a lawn boy work.)

Anyway, back to the house. I moved in with ferrets and a cat. Then I added a dog. Then I added The Doc, his cat, and another dog. Then we eventually added the two Beasts. We outgrew the house and needed to move, but…it was a buyer’s market, not a seller’s market.

Since we couldn’t sell it, we decided to rent it out.

And that’s how I’ve become The Landlady.

The Landlady

I hope my renters are nice, responsible people. Because I’d hate to have to go beat them over the head with a rolling pin.

(Special thanks to the movie Kung Fu Hustle featuring “The Landlady.” I’ve never heard of it, but if you Google “landlady” and look at the pictures, she’s there in all her curler-headed glory three times in the first two pages. And she’s exactly what I had in my head when I did the search. Perfection!)

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