Oh, homeschool, you fickle lover.
You woo me with your stress-free mornings and laidback schedule. Your sock-free learning warms my heart. I hate socks. The kids looking for a matching pair of socks usually resulted in chronic lateness and occasional, ahem, frequent yelling from the female parental unit.
I don’t have to pack lunches anymore, that was always always a huge pain in my rear. Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night with the realization that you have absolutely no food to pack in your kids’ lunches? Nothing, no bread, no fruit, no crackers… I hate that.
And now if my kids have a hacking cough, I don’t worry that by sending them to school the administration will think I’m a neglectful monster… because most of my girls have hacking coughs from November to April and would miss a lot of class if I kept them home each time they got croupy. Now we can cough all over each other in the comfort of our own home.
Also, I didn’t have to fill out 40 pages of allergy info/emergency plans for Bennet and Jane each year. That was as good as not shopping for school supplies.
So, basically, you would think that homeschooling would be a dream come true… and it might get to that place, eventually. Today was, admittedly, a huge improvement over yesterday where one of my daughters cried for two hours over 3 math problems. And now today, the other daughter has been crying most of the day, but because her back is in a lot of pain today. Which, I guess it’s a good thing we homeschool because she can lay in bed today and catch up later.
So, to sum up… Homeschooling = Pretty Good, But With More Crying Than I Anticipated.
But, I think we’re getting the hang of our online program, and maybe sometime soon all of my children will feel well-rested and able-bodied and we can complete our work without any sobbing. Oh, glorious thought!
The one thing that still kind of terrifies me is that I haven’t attempted schooling these guys with the two little girls home… they’ve spent the last 2 days at Grandma’s house while we were figuring things out. So… yeah, that’s pretty terrifying. But, what’s the worst that can happen? They spend 5 hours a day watching Yo Gabba Gabba?!
Or you know, whatever.
I really am an excellent mother. I should probably have another 5 kids and homeschool them all.