I don't need a third strike, folks. I'm out.
Life is funny. If you had told me, even just two years ago, that I'd be homeschooling one child let alone all three, I would have burst out laughing. We didn't set out to homeschool. Homeschooling found us. Our oldest child floundered in public kindergarten. Within a few short months, our joyful learner's smile was gone. We scrambled, searching for a way to fix things. Strike One: In the end, after some testing and a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad meeting, we found ourselves homeschooling. We landed here without much warning. At first, we were scared and flying by the seat