That’s the title of a song by Bill, Bill, Bill somebody. It’ll come to me.

Anyway, things do look brighter this morning.

The dog is getting trained.

I am still not organized enough to home school perfectly, but I am organized enough to homeschool imperfectly, which is likely the only way I will ever homeschool.

Even in the midst of a hard day, which yesterday was, I did find the energy and strength to recognize a life lesson in the midst of the math lesson, AND illustrate it clearly, AND be reminded that this is what is good about homeschooling. The lesson had to do with doing the bare minimum vs doing what it takes to do the best job you can. It applies to math, it applies to dog training, it applies to parenting.

So, yesterday was part of the normal ebb and flow of life, with more ebb than flow at that moment.

Still praying.

If only I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard this: “You HOME SCHOOL? And you have FIVE KIDS? I could NEVER do that. I don’t know HOW you do it.”

And then there’s “No matter what the kids say about taking care of a pet, it’s always Mom that ends up taking care of it.”

And finally, “I could never be organized enough to homeschool. I admire you.”

Well, bwahahahahaha.

First off. I don’t know I do it, either. And some days, I don’t do it very well. And some days, I don’t do it at all.

Secondly, OK, I believe. Yes, it’s true. No matter what the kids say about taking care of the pet, don’t believe them. It’s the mom’s job.

And lastly, I’m definitely not organized enough to homeschool.

I know there are womans out there that homeschool even more than five kids. And they make their own bread after grinding the wheat. And they put up quarts and quarts and quarts of homegrown produce so their cupboards are stocked all winter. And they stinking make their own clothes and the clothes their children wear. And their kids don’t watch tv; they create programs for NASA to experiment with. OK, maybe all of this isn’t true. But I do know there are plenty of people who homeschool even more than five kids.

And I suppose there must be a family somewhere in the universe where the kids PROMISED to take care of the dog, in order to talk the overworked mother into getting the dog, and then they actually took care of the dog for longer than the first three days.

And I suppose there are conflicting definitions of what it means to be organized enough to homeschool.

But the fact of the matter today is that I too don’t know how anyone can homeschool five kids, because I’m having a mighty hard time of it these days. I’ve been praying about it, but don’t seem to have a clear answer just yet.