I am a somewhat rookie homeschooling mom. Before this year, I put in about 6 months between my eldest son's kindergarten year (he will be 10 next week...hold on a minute...okay, I'm alright now), and the last half of last year. Let me tell you something...homeschooling 3 kids in 3 different grades is absolute insanity. Like, locking myself in a closet daily to go and have a good cry, insanity. Can I get an Amen? I will be very transparent and say that I question my decision on a daily basis. When I am trying to wash the dishes, teach long division, read about how "Bob and Jan sat on a rat", make sure that the "c" kisses the lines (some of you know EXACTLY what I am talking about & those of you who don't, no, we are not reading Louis L'Amour for story time), and make sure I have all of our supplies for our diorama, I think to myself, "Self, are you completely crazy? Self, is it worth it? Self, did you take your meds?" Just kidding on that last one, although that may actually be in my not to distant future.
I texted a fellow insane person (my friend Sarah) and asked her if she felt like she had a full time job with homeschooling. The verdict is out. It is like having a full time job with a full time job on the side.
I am not trying to be dramatic, because if you know me, dramatic is one thing I am not. I repeat NOT. EVER. (ahem). I am simply trying to say, or rather warn you, that if we cross paths on any given day and I have "that look" in my eye....RUN! Run for the hills. Run like Forest Gump, like Usain Bolt, like my kids from vegetables. Run I say! That, or offer to take my kids for the afternoon.
Any of you homeschool moms still have your sanity? How do you do it? How do you get your schoolwork done, have a house that doesn't look like an episode of Hoarders, have your children fed and clothed (in clean clothes mind you), have dinner on the table, get your workout in, your quiet time and your Bible study, plan a birthday party, have time for coffee with friends and date nights with the hubby? I am not quite sure how to do it or that it is even humanly possibly because those of you out there that look like your stuff is together either have it figure out or are big fat liars. I prefer to think the latter...sorry...but it makes me feel better. I jest.
I implore you, oh wise women, to thrust upon me your pearls of wisdom. That or pitch in and get me a day at the spa...your choice.