I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, or the roof either for that matter, just into the chaos and business of homeschooling. I know many people have many children and teach them all at home. And many of them have organized classrooms and schedules and pictures of children’s projects and timelines and it is a work of art to behold. But as beautiful as the orderliness of that looks, it is simply not me. I have found this year to be the most challenging by far. I’m not exactly sure why it is, but it is. I have had moments of despair, of feeling overwhelmed, and of suggesting that perhaps we should put some of them in school. But then there are days when it seems manageable, days when a light breaks through and understanding is reached, days of realizing lessons that used to take forever and bring tears can now be accomplished in 10 minutes, days of hearing silly stories and doing silly things like reminding each other (momma included) to smile when we start to complain. (Have you ever tried complaining when smiling? It makes everyone laugh.) And so we press on in this journey of learning together at home, not only to read and write and calculate, but to be patient and kind and helpful and forgiving of each other; and we do it however we can fit it in. We have tried what we called “school at the pool” where we gathered at the YMCA and some would swim while others did lessons and then we traded off. We have had school on the roof of the shed where we read about Michelangelo’s David being 17 feet tall. We have school in the morning sometimes, school in the afternoon sometimes, and sometimes school takes place off and on all day until it the work gets done. Even with Adam picking up a couple of subjects I haven’t accomplished all the subjects I would like to, but I do have children who love to learn and that will carry them a long way.