The end-of-the-year bug hit again.  No, I am not talking about attentions wandering to outside or daydreams floating in at every turn.  I am talking about the mommy/teacher virus that infects me when I look at the number of school days left and compare that to the amount of material that I still wanted to cover this year. 

I plan the last few weeks hoping to get to those wonderful, lofty, noble (surely they are noble) goals.  The task list for each day is an arm's length long.  Do I realize that it is crazy, unreasonable when I am printing out the schedules?  Nope!  Do I remember the extra time we took to really delve into our subjects and study them thoroughly thus causing our supposed lateness?  Nope!  Do I remember that education is about teaching my kids to think rather than getting everything in?  Sadly, nope.

Ah well, at least I am realizing my error after only about a week of the unrealistic schedule.  I guess it takes that long for my brain to settle out of the frenzied state of "requirements" to remember what is important:

• learning is about thinking and applying what you have thought about
• checking off those lessons on the list does not mean we have achieved success
• relaxing and enjoying our school-time increases real learning exponentially

Maybe next year it will only take a couple days to get over the end-of-the-year bug.  Could I avoid infection completely?  By God's grace I could.  Hmmmm.