This doesn’t suck nearly as bad as I thought it would!


I know that isn’t a rave review but seriously, going in to this whole home schooling thing I was convinced my kids would fight me, I’d lose my temper on a daily basis and they wouldn’t learn anything.  I would miss my quiet time at home alone.  I would be pulling my hair out.  I had terrible visions of my kids refusing to do something and me screaming and everyone crying.   The scene was something out of a horror movie where in the end one child is in prison, the other is still at home with no skill, no job and no future and I am laying in my bed, fetal position,  bald, with a bottle of whiskey next to me.

I am comparing this whole process to getting on a big roller coaster as a child.  The anxiety you have in the line is gut wrenching.  You see other people going on the ride, smiling, wailing and screaming.  You can tell it’s taxing on their bodies but they seem to be surviving it.  Then you see the people just exiting the ride.  They are laughing and beaming with adrenaline and saying things like, “that was awesome.” Yet, you stand in line, doubting the truth of their words.  I know many people who currently home school or did home school their kids, and did so successfully, and loved it.

Then there’s the strapping in.  You pray you have prepared yourself for this, spending countless hours at conventions, listening to seminars, researching curriculum, teaching styles and making what you hope are the best decisions for your family and children.  As you sit in the queue waiting to take off, you hope that the attendant really did tighten that belt enough so you aren’t the first person to die on this ride.  I lost sleep the day before our first day running through everything in my mind over and over again that I needed to do, say and not say.

As the car makes it’s way to the first hill climb you start panicking.  This was a bad idea but no way to get out!!    Then that climb…oh that long, painstaking, jaw-dropping climb.  This is much like what I felt like as I waited for classes to actually start.  Other kids have been sent to school.  My kids are still home.  It’s too late to turn back now.  The waiting is torture.  Then that first drop comes at break-neck speed.  Your stomach is in your throat.

Then, a strange thing happens.  By the second and third drop and turn you start to realize why all those people were laughing and staggering with adrenaline when they exited.  It really isn’t that bad and even more to the point, this is fun!  I am now to the point where I’m having fun.  I’m not ready to raise my hands.  I am still white knuckling the bar in front of me but my face no longer painted with a look of sheer terror.  I look forward to the time when I can really let go and just let the car take me.  But, this really doesn’t suck nearly as bad as I thought it would.

If you are someone about to start home schooling, or someone who wants to but have the same fears I have had, please take heart!  It really doesn’t suck as bad as you think it will.  And you can do it!!!  From one scared, unsure Mom to another.  It can actually be fun!

Here are some pictures of today’s hands-on art activity we did.  Learning the color wheel, about primary and secondary colors and how they are made never tasted so good!  This was after learning about the birth of Jesus and why He was named “Jesus”, Christopher Columbus, practicing our spelling list, and practicing writing “C” and “D.”


We learned about primary and secondary colors, the color wheel and how secondary colors are made.


We used white icing. The kids and I used food coloring to dye tree of the bowls the primary colors. Then we mixed the two colors to make the secondary colors. They loved it!


Then they smeared their “colors” on gram crackers and we had a yummy snack!


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    My children called me Bobby when they were toddlers due to not being able to prounounce "Mommy." They are now 7 and 8 years old and I am Mommy. But my real name is Mandy. I just do this so I can keep in touch with the REAL me. Being a Bobby is a dream I thought I may never realize and I do not take it for granted. I homeschool (more specifically unschool) my two children and it's easy to lose yourself in the tasts of the day. I just want to make sure that after 19 or so years have passed,and my kids have moved out, I'm not stuck looking in the mirror and squinting in hopes of seeing Mandy again.