When folks see me out and about, with the five Minions in tow, they aren’t horribly surprised to discover I’m also ‘one of those weird homeschool people’.
I’ve been known to correct them. Yeah, I’m weird, but that existed long before our decision to homeschool.
I’d started considering homeschooling when my son, now nine, was a toddler. I knew, that unless aliens came down and fried his brain, he was the kind of kid teachers get medicated over.
Or, I’d be getting letters home about medicating him.
He’s active. Stubborn. Smart. Impatient.
Not a great combination for a classroom...Continue reading at The Mommyhood Project