“And so, for the exhausted moms who no longer find their children’s ability to dress themselves awe inspiring, I have compiled an accessory list of milestones for the adolescent who depends on overworked parents for food and a good internet connection.”
And it was like being stabbed in the heart with the pretty blue math compass I bought him for 5th grade math! “… I just wanted to see what middle school is like and meet some new friends.” …I’m not protecting him. I’m providing him with an alternate route with which to emerge having lost none of himself.
Sometimes I just sit around thinking up ways I can provoke my kid’s groans and hissy fits, so I can make my day especially obnoxious, long and unbearable. A day filled with carefully calculated ways to be griped at and made to feel mean and overbearing. Because that is what it’s all about. Me making their lives miserable.
Once upon a long time ago, I was maybe 5 years old, and I talked my dad into buying my mom a waffle iron for Mother’s Day. I remember this because, one: I love waffles. And two: because my mother brings it up every chance she gets. That year she was, no doubt,...
…homeschooling is not all pencil bouquets, nature walks, and cocoa on the couch with story time. It may only be that you hate the cheap pencil sharpener that you settled for, or how the new globe is slightly off its axis, but you hate something about homeschooling, so fess up!
…writer & speaker of homeschool truth, humor and inspiration. Laugh along as I keep things ‘real’ about life as homeschool family. Turns out…you don’t have to raise goats or wear denim jumpers after all!