Sometimes we skip days.
Sometimes I yell at the kids.
Sometimes (almost all the time) I think "I can't do this."
Sometimes we just wing it.
Sometimes I think my kids aren't that smart.
Sometimes we call trips to the grocery store a field trip.
Sometimes we work on the same thing over and over and over and over because it just doesn't seem to be sinking in.
Sometimes I'm afraid I'm just messing my kids up.
Sometimes I just want to send them all on the magic yellow bus and call it a day.
Sometimes I really hate homeschooling.
Sometimes we work ahead of schedule.
Sometimes I get to watch a lightbulb go off.
Sometimes I get to snuggle with my kids and read and read and read to them, books that once delighted me as a child.
Sometimes I think "nany-nany-nah-nah" when I see that yellow school bus passing by and I'm still sitting in my pajamas sipping my coffee while my kids are still sleeping.
Sometimes I get to sit and paint with my kids while listening to Chopin and talk about things I am passionate about.
Sometimes we take really cool field trips.
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed at how brilliant my kids are.
Sometimes I really love homeschooling.
I just finished reading Lies Homeschooling Moms Believe (thanks for the loan, Tasha) and was especially convicted at how "together" I can sometimes portray myself to be regarding our homeschool.
I always want to keep it real.
And real means...
We have really really good days.
We have really really bad days.
And sometimes, we just have regular days.
Here's to celebrating the good days, learning from the bad days, and surviving the regular days.