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Unintended Homeschooler?

Have you been dropped into homeschooling out of the clear blue? Amidst all the chaos that's going on and managing your own anxieties, are you secretly freaking out about middle school math? Are you angry that this is now on your plate? Are you concerned about your relationship with your child, and how in the world you are going to get them to do school on top of the other stuff you already can't get them to do? Totally been there. Last week. Last month. Last year. And those years have turned into fifteen years of homeschooling four kids. We've schooled through, moves, deaths, cancer, attitudes, babies, teens, and now I can add a pandemic to the list! It doesn't always look pretty, but it can be done! So, where do you start? Do you just crack open the computer on Monday and let them go to it? Welllll, I suggest maybe not quite . I've put together the top three emergency tactics I would employ if I suddenly had a child at my table needing an education, but...

Seeing Clearly, Accepting What Is, Choosing Joy

If you had never heard of homeschooling, how could you prepare yourself to do it? If you could have never imagined a reason to use Algebra after escaping high school, how would you be prepared to teach it? If training up a child was one of those bible verses meant for someone else, how do you make it your all day/everyday job? Exactly. Schooling children at home hit me like a Mac Truck on a dark night. And not only did I know nothing about homeschooling, but children were a complete mystery to me, too. When I consider where I started and what I envisioned, I give myself a little grace. One by one my expectations have been demolished: firstly because they may have been unreasonable, secondly because, although reasonable, I did not know how to make them happen, and let's not forget thirdly-- children are their own persons. Some things are never going to happen with some people. Nevertheless, even starting a few miles behind the starting line has not ended in complete...

The Early Bird Gets the Worm - And I Know Why!

I'm making an assumption that most everyone knows most successful people start their days early and get lots done while the rest of us are still sleeping. I have never been one of the those people. I get quite a bit done, but I have never been able to master myself to the point of getting up early. I make notoriously bad decisions snuggled under my blankets, the foremost being that it's not necessary to get up and get going. Recently I came across a course that is supposed to help you be more productive and such, and, without even taking the course, I knew it wouldn't work for me because one of the number one principles was getting up early. However, since it continues to annoy me that I'm so pathetic, I was still thinking about this idea and the way she phrased it: "Make your first two hours count." Let me backtrack a bit. Since I've had this ordeal with the cancer, I've had a very hard time motivating myself to get the stuff done that ...

Slurpees for Everyone!

Or "Frzn Colds" as they are called at the Chevron station ;) And why did we need crushed ice with soda syrup? BECAUSE.... We are done! The 2014-15 school year is now history. We did it! And we always go for Slurpees/Slushies/Frzn Colds on the last day of school. (Ice cream is for the first day of school). Back in September, when I got my diagnosis, I didn't know if we'd finish this year, or if the kids would be in a school someplace; but we did it! The kids have been champs, working while I've been at soooo many appointments, or in bed. Some of the hardest days were when I was plagued by what-if's and couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. When I was waiting a test result or consumed by a decision we had to make: mastectomy or lumpectomy? Chemotherapy or no treatment at all? Or just dread... who can concentrate on phonics?? How did we get school done this year, practically speaking? Well, I schedule my two youngest in the mornin...

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