Homeschool has all the freedoms. Except for those days.
Those days…the ones where you wake up a little heavy. The wintery world outside is dreary. The littles are speaking thirty decibels louder than your head can manage. And you can’t find the Advil bottle.
Those days…when it doesn’t matter what you to do to quell that child, she wants to challenge everything you say, report everything her sibling is doing wrong, declare she can no longer read, can’t compute basic calculations or spell three letter words.
Those days…when I think, Why would I write a blog titled “capturing the charmed life” when I know darn well that a charmed life is never static.
The charmed life isn’t static: how does one learn life’s lessons without a few challenges? This kind of charm doesn’t come for free.
This kind of freedom is earned through hard work, mostly work of the interior. There’s no manual for parenting, no manual for home educating (okay, actually there are, but knows there no manual for YOUR kids).