Home Schooled

I have just experienced an epiphany bubble. If I had to do it all over again, I would (alright, maybe could is the better word here) have home schooled my children. My kids begin arriving home at 3:15 and this process wraps at around 3:55. They drag out snack until about 5 pm. Then we need to shake a leg because we're usually due at some sort of team activity by 5:30 which doesn't end until 7 pm or thereabouts. Then onto homework, flute/sax, math facts, yucks, dinner, crazy nonsense, and don't forget the micromanaging through every ridiculous detail of their lives. Here's me (and don't forget to come up for air because you are merely reading this, not saying it in one robotic monologue like I have to do), "hang your jacket on the hook, put your shoes away, hang up your backpack, put your lunchbox on the island, put the icepack in the freezer, get out your homework and show me what you have to do ...". Truth be told, they are fried. I can tell because they can't listen to one another without attacking, deflecting or crying (or all 3 at once!). But if I home schooled them, we could waltz around the grocery store comparing prices and ingredients. We could find FUN ways to master math facts and read about myths and legends. We could spell, and write letters to friends and congressmen. We could whip up something fun in the kitchen (and maybe even eat it). Now home schoolers, don't take offence. I am not built to home school. The stress of it would most certainly paralyze me. However, it is a little sad that there seems to be so little time left after the school is done with them, and yet there's still so much left to do.