Parenting is hard. Homeschooling isn't.
That's my naive view of the moment. What's so hard about reading books together? I do that just about every night before bedtime. What's so hard about drilling kids on their colors and encouraging them to count? No, no... homeschooling is cake.
Parenting is rough! Good grief. Why didn't anyone tell me!?!
...wait... oh, right. You did.
I often giggle along while reading my Other Posts of Note; so many great stories of how parenting is both a delight and a strain. But, come on!
You've probably gathered this by now, but yesterday was not a good day.
Not good at all.
Bad attitudes all around (yep, me too). A constipated child (two hours of wailing and gnashing of teeth to get a "poopy" out. ...sign me up1).
His mercies are new every morning. And that is a very good thing.
Seriously: If you can survive your children till they get to formal school age, homeschooling will be cake.
Okay, sure, I'm sure there will be days where homeschooling is difficult. I know there will be. But posterity is kicking my posterior right now.
Homeschooling is not hard. It's the parenting that's killing me.
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