For example, this morning I'll admit that I was hiding out in my room on my computer. When 12yo walked in with the "let's get this over with so I can play with my friends" look on her face, I moaned too. I sighed and cracked open the math book that she handed me. Neither one of us wanted to do school (I'm such a wonderful example ; ). School went well with both of the older girls and by the time we finished this afternoon I felt that fierce happiness that accompanies a day that has gone well. "Yes! We are doing the right thing!" and "I love homeschooling," washed over me. Ah, I was in love again.
Maybe homeschooling is less like being manic-depressive and more like a teenage crush.
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