Ever try to explain your average day to someone who doesn’t homeschool? Has your partner ever asked, “why didn’t you get that done today?” If so, this is the post for you. Commiserate with us on the never-ending pile of dishes and endless lectures about Minecraft. What did you do today?
At the end of each year, I like to take a moment to reflect on what I did over the last twelve months and what changes the year brought to me and my family. As I look back on this past year, I realize that 2018 was a huge year for me. I am going to take a moment here to toot my own horn. Sometimes, we need to do that.
It’s homeschool park day, and we all know what that means! We’ll be dragging our children to the playground in hopes of adult conversation. But how do you identify and befriend a homeschool mom? This is my quick guide to homeschool moms, their patterns, habits, and how to lure one into a friendship.
Lately, I’ve seen a lot of articles about letting your children fail. Let them forget their homework on the table. Let them loose things. Miss deadlines or not have lunch. Don’t stop them from failing. I really hate those articles.
When my children were babies I knew how to sit for long periods and just hold them, because that was what they needed. Crochet has helped me to remember how to just sit and be with my children even if they aren’t in my arms anymore. And it has given me a creative outlet to fuel my own personal growth.
When my daughter was diagnosed with ADHD it forced me to take a look at my own life. I didn’t realize that I also have ADHD. Now that I know I am an adult with ADHD, I can see what struggles and gifts my neurodiversity has given me.
It has been a long school year. Some of the curricula I bought worked, some didn’t. I know my kids have learned things this year, that what I am doing is working. But I don’t feel it. I feel depressed and tired. My mind wants to settle on the things the kids can’t do instead of what they can. I am ready to call this school year done!
Hi, I’m Laura and I’m a Hufflepuff. I think life would have been easy if I’d had three little Hufflepuff children. We could have spent our days eating cookies and hosting playdates. Instead, I had a Ravenclaw, a Gryffindor, and a Slytherin. That’s right, all four houses, living in the same house. I knew all…