Things might get interesting.

Apparently I like to be a little out of the box with my life. My husband just goes along for the ride, most of the time. He still won't agree to letting me have chickens.

The big news is though that he did agree to homeschooling Princess Girly Girl this year. At first I didn't think he would and he actually said no. In my head I started this long speech with plenty of points and facts of why we should homeschool. I told myself that I was going to give it one last try with this speech and if he still said no than I would call and enroll her in public school. I never even got to give my speech, all that brain power went to waste... where it usually goes so it was familiar with the route. However, he came to me one night and said that he would agree to a one year trial of it. At the end of the year we will evaluate the year and then decide what to do. That sounds pretty fair to me.

So I'm preparing to homeschool her this year. I know there will be bad days, good days, silly days, confused days, more bad days.. but I believe in the cause so I can soldier through. I'm not going to list my reasons for wanting to homeschool on here because it's a personal choice.

The funniest thing about this is that the people in my life that I thought would be the most supportive have been the very least supportive. I haven't even told them yet that we're doing it for sure because I know they'll say, "oh goodness... enroll that girl in school. What are you doing?"  Pretty much the same thing that they said when I told them we were having our first kid at home. "oh goodness.. go to the hospital... have an epidural".  The next kid they said the same thing but with a little more oomph and with the last one.. well.. they basically said, "I thought you'd learn by now...." but I can't say it in the same words they used.  I haven't even told them we don't vaccinate our kids. Well, they might know now.

In the exact opposite, the person that I thought would not be supportive has been the most supportive and seems excited.  I think I've just whittled her down by now.

I have always marched to the beat of my own drum. I hope that's something I can pass onto my kids..I think it's special. My husband thinks I'm special. Not the loving adorable special, more like the weirdo that keeps asking him for chickens type special.