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For the Love of God

The kids are getting big. Too damn big. I am fighting and fighting this inner turmoil. I want to keep my claws in these kids and not let go. I took a lil baby step and went to check out a charter school for the twins. Of course when we discussed curriculum, it was all a bunch of sit my kids already know. So then I again start the debate. Will they be discipline problems because they already know all the shit the teacher will be teaching? The principle said they would give them alternate work. What does that mean? They will get a coloring book? I want them to be scholastically challenged. I want them to use their minds. I want them to enjoy learning.

Clint and I are going to schedule a follow up appointment to get some clarification on what alternate work is.

O do not like the elementary school that our address requires. This is what lead me to this charter school. Of course I really do not have a lot to back up my opinion of the school. I guess it is just the surrounding area that made me decide I did not want the kids there.

Maybe I am worrying to much and should just stick them in a damn school. I swear I over analyze everything when it comes to my kids. I just want to be a good mom. I want to make the right decisions.

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