Hating February is a long tradition. As you may already know, the Romans disliked February so much, they shorted it on days. That’s how enshrined the February blahs are. It’s the month that everything seems wrong. Someone told me it’s the month you’re most likely to question whether you should really be homeschooling. I can believe it.
That’s why we try to take a vacation in February. Even if it’s a short one, like this year’s two day trip to a ski resort. It doesn’t always happen, but we’ve had several big trips in February in the past. I know not everyone can afford to flee town in February, but if you can, I really recommend it.
I have the worst case of the February blahs I can ever remember having. For the first time in years, I am just downright out of sorts without any particular cause and not just for a day or a week, but for weeks and weeks. I just feel beaten down by February, by the kids being whingers, by the various commitments which are usually enriching but currently feel oppressive. Yesterday, we managed to get outside and the world looked a bit brighter for a little while, so I am hopeful that my generalized funk will end when the sun comes out on a more permanent basis.
Regardless of our vitamin D levels though, some things clearly have to change. I have been teaching a once a month class that is ending and I’m glad to see it go. Destination Imagination is ending and while I have really enjoyed some things about coaching this year, I’ve already decided there’s no way I’m coaching again next year. Shakespeare is coming up and I’m extremely excited about our group, but I also have decided to let it go for next year. Looking to next year, I want to keep us to soccer, ballet, piano, and co-op and drop absolutely everything else by the wayside that isn’t a workshop or short term commitment.
This year has been so overwhelming. I used to see homeschool parents saying they avoided outside commitments and I really couldn’t get it. Now, I totally do. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it is that has gotten to me since I don’t think we’re that much more overscheduled than before. I think the last four years of overdoing it have finally caught up with the introvert in me. I just want to retreat.
Also, in the past, I have often traveled in February. Paris, Rome, Africa… even smaller jaunts across North America. Come February next year, I vow to leave town. I will not be stuck in DC all of February again. Travel is cheapest in the bleakest month, after all.
I know I’m not alone in my February blahs. Everyone else probably has them too. Bring on March. The sooner, the better.