Did I Always Want to be a Homeschool Mom?
Did you know you always wanted to homeschool? Or did you wake up one day and discover you were teaching fractions in your nightgown and enjoying it?
Did you know you always wanted to homeschool? Or did you wake up one day and discover you were teaching fractions in your nightgown and enjoying it?
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.
They’re trying to make me look bad in front of my boys! Don’t get me wrong, I love our math curriculum. But desperate times, addition, subtraction or division, call for desperate measures. Not in inches or meters. Let’s try….Hotwheels! Yes! How many Hotwheels long is the dog!?
…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!