I don’t know. Really. Every day I think, “How on earth am I going to do this today? I have so much to do and so many people wanting something from me. And, like, 5 minutes ago, already.” And then every night I think, “Wow, I’m tired. How did I do that?”
I’m looney. It’s the only answer.
Here’s how we homeschool. Are you ready?
All chaotically. You’re surprised, I know you are.
Oh look, there’s another one perched on a table. In his pajamas. But he’s regrouping, so who cares, right?
I saw Ruthanne over at Eclectic Whatnot asking her readers to come forth with all the questions they’d had burning in their minds about her. What a great idea. And I’m all about imitation being the sincerest form and all, so… What do ya wanna know about me? About how I do whatever it is I do all day. Let me have it and I’ll try to answer for ya. Don’t leave me hanging here all alone. I’ll get sad. And paranoid. And I might be driven to cry or eat chocolate chips out of the bag.
