The Reality of Homeschool

This photo shows my pain and fears of being a homeschooled family.

The children do not associate our home with school. Sitting at a table in their home means ‘homework’ not lessons and that has always been a struggle for us all. I am Momma and not the teacher in their eyes. My kids disrespect me in ways that they would never do to a ‘real’ teacher. Getting up and going for a snack , asking for the tv to be turned on , crying , wailing , complaining, covering their ears , sneaking away to play in their rooms when I’m with someone else…the list goes on.

I knew this would be a learning curve for us ALL and I do hope once the school room that we have created in my Dad’s house in Thailand has the door shut that they will settle down. We will have more structure , especially physically ,and that should help with their mindset.

I have our cases packed with dry erase boards , laptops, kindles , text books , posters , timetables , etc, etc. Dad has put in desks and chairs and a TV for us. It will resemble a school classroom and best of all it has a door. Once it’s closed , school is in session.

I wonder if I should have waited to start schooling until we were there?

Perhaps.

I didn’t want them falling behind. Highly unlikely though, as we have probably covered more than the grade level already.

Homeschool is not for the weak hearted but I am strong and my coffee is stronger , let’s have recess and move on.

~Arlene