Back when Mr. Pants was the teeniest of tiny babies, I was overcome with emotion thinking about one day sending him to school. I shit you not, I cried about it. Postpartum hormones were not very nice to me. I was an unholy mess. I would stare at my perfect little baby and cry about all kinds of things. He would maybe get married someday (tears). He would someday sing in a Christmas pageant (floodgates). Someday we will snuggle and watch Goonies (Sniff Sniff). But the most frequent tears I cried (beyond the ones when I would attempt to sing to him. Because those were just insane and hourly), were about sending him off to school. I remember talking with Daddy about home schooling and seeing his face go from normal to "You're talking crazy, woman!" in about four seconds. Probably because I would start crying when talking about it. Looking back, I see that I was in fact a crazy person. I really don't know how anyone took me seriously. Me and my constant crying. So imagine my surprise when Daddy says to me today, "I want to plant a seed. What if you home schooled the kids?".   Read more...

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