“Why aren’t the children in school?”
I’ve been a homeschool mom forever. I’m totally over that whole why aren’t the children in school thing. If I had a dime for every time a person at the bank or post office asked about why the children aren’t in school, I’d be RICH!
I used to feel evangelical about my choice to homeschool. I’d smile a goofy smile, and (even if I was just mailing a letter) I’d explain that we were on our way to this or that educational activity, explaining all the wonderful benefits of being a homeschool family. As the years went by my approach relaxed a bit, and I’d simply smile and state that we homeschool. Sometimes the smile was probably phony, and the matter-of-fact-ness probably sounded a little snippy: we homeschool.
duh! (But only when I was tired.)
Why did it ruffle my feathers today? I just wanted to mail a letter. She asked why the children weren’t in school, and I thought, my young ones are RIGHT HERE! I’ll translate the postal clerk’s questions into what my young ones heard: “They don’t belong here. Why are they here? Why are they not in school?” Let’s see if we can make them feel awkward, why don’t we?
I felt like snapping back with something like, “Actually, they have a terribly infectious disease, so I thought it best to keep them out of school for the day.”
Just the other night, we were signing some insurance papers and I was asked what I do all day? You know, since I don’t “work.”
Totally over that too. (I’d be SO rich. Just a dime for every time.) I recline on the couch and have my children bring me champagne and caviar. all. day. long.
Really wanted to say that.
I’m obviously tired. It’s exhausting to nibble on caviar all day. duh! Whatever.