There were days early in our our homeschooling years that were hard.
Like call-your-husband-and-tell-him-the-kids-would-be-waiting-in-the-driveway-for-him-when-he-got-home hard. You know what I mean- the you-are-going-to-the-worst-public-school-I-can-find-tomorrow hard. Crying, crying and more crying. And not just the kids! Is it just me that can relate?
Anyone?
Seriously. One of those very days I made a big announcement, in a not so quiet voice to my children:
You are part of this team or not. Either start rowing or get out of the boat and swim away.
