My husband calls it “my sickness.” I can’t stop inviting people over. I love having company.
I like rules, really, I do.
Last year this time there were boxes of books arriving at my door. Â Not just any books, but curriculum. Books a person would only order if they were planning to hijack their children’s education and take it into their own hands. Â Research had been done, questions had been asked, books had been read, reread, dutifully highlighted and flagged. Â Only those closest to my family knew we were even considering withdrawing our four kids from school and homeschooling. Â Even though hundreds of dollars of books were being dropped at my door it was hard to make the commitment out loud. Â I talked around it, mumbled, Â and acted like it was just this weird thing we thought about for five minutes. Â Nope, we were doing it. Â For real.
There are worse things than weird. Once upon time our family joked about weird homeschoolers.  When my kids complained too much about public school I teasingly offered to keep them home with me and teach them at the kitchen table.  Just the two of us, all day, every day, I would say.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?