Most kids enjoy the beginning stages of learning math. They love to learn all their numbers and to count things and divide things (especially when dividing candy equally amongst each other—you know, “One for me, one for you.”). It’s fun to learn how to cook using measuring cups and teaspoons. That’s one of the best ways to learn fractions. Telling time involves using numbers and time-out teaches them to appreciate every slow minute as it passes. Measuring their height as they grow is always something fun for kids. They love to count money and when they begin to earn money, they also begin to value it and their time.

But somewhere along the way, math gets hard. It turns into Algebra, Geometry, Statistics, Calculus and Trigonometry. You no longer teach 1+1=2 or 5×5=25.

You have to teach x + 23 = 3x + 45 or 3×2 + x – 2 = 0 or Area = l x w or Area of a regular polygon = (1/2) N sin(360°/N) S2, etc.

You hear the question over and over, “When am I ever going to use this?” You can’t help but think the same thing. I used to think about the fact that I had not used any of that math since school except to homeschool my kids.

Sometimes it’s only certain maths that snag up a child. One might like Algebra and another thrives with Geometry. I remember having to bribe my daughter with those little Halloween pumpkins or candy corn type candies—every time she got a problem right, she got a piece of candy. Algebra II and Trigonometry were pretty difficult for her, thankfully, or her teeth would have rotted out. When it came time to teach my son these higher level maths, I was exhausted and simply didn’t want to do it again.

However, I had to. When the State requires that your child has upper level maths, you don’t really have an option, now do you? Thankfully, there are gads of publishers out there who publish high school math programs in all sorts of forms—books, video, cd-rom. And don’t forget math tutors, classes outside of the home and online classes.

Having finished my stint as a homeschool mom, I want to encourage you to press on. Be firm with your children and help them commit to excellence when it comes to their school work—and not just their math work. It is so easy to be too relaxed with your homeschool. I definitely leaned more toward a relaxed attitude regarding the upper level maths and sciences because I knew that my children were not leaning toward careers in those fields. But by being too relaxed in that area I did not always push my children to complete every assignment as they needed to. Don’t get me wrong. I am not advocating rigidity with homeschooling but I do now see (on the backside of things) the benefit of pushing children to excel beyond their own natural areas of giftedness for the sake of being able to compete in our fast-paced society.
Really, what this boils down to is putting self aside.

When we are selfish, we look at only the things that matter to us. We focus just on what we want to do. If we do not encourage (and even press) our children to stretch themselves, stretch their minds, beyond what is comfortable for them, then we’re not doing them any favors. A person who is at least open to learning something that is of little interest to him or her is someone who is open to letting the Lord teach something new that may be useful to them in the future.

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1 The proverbs of Solomon son of David, king of Israel:
2 for gaining wisdom and instruction;
for understanding words of insight;
3 for receiving instruction in prudent behavior,
doing what is right and just and fair;
4 for giving prudence to those who are simple,
knowledge and discretion to the young—
5 let the wise listen and add to their learning,
and let the discerning get guidance—
6 for understanding proverbs and parables,
the sayings and riddles of the wise.
7 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge,
but fools despise wisdom and instruction.
8 Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction
and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.
9 They are a garland to grace your head
and a chain to adorn your neck.

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For the littlest ones up to adults. (I still love to sit and paint a picture.) Often, painting helps beat the mid-morning fussiness or the afternoon grouchiness.

It’s just water. Place a paper towel underneath your picture for easy clean up. Empty pimento jars, baby food jars or bathroom paper cups work well for holding the water for dipping.

But the best part is – it is easy to say yes.

Educational experts might agree that using a paint brush is good practice in small motor skills.

I say paint with water is simply powerfully fun.

Do you have paint with water books at your house so you can say yes too?

All of the managers and directors for the organization were required to attend.

Most of the people I work with thought this would be a colossal waste of time.  There was simply too much to do to spend two days away from the office at a conference.

The keynote speaker was Dr. Dale Henry.  Dr. Henry is founder and president of Your Best Unlimited, Inc., a Tennessee based training company.  After earning his B.S. and M.S. in Secondary Education, Dale Henry completed his Ph.D. in 1991 specializing in the area of Adult and Continuing Education.  In 1994, he was appointed Associate Dean of Professional and Graduate Studies for Tennessee’s oldest College, Tusculum College in Greeneville, Tennessee.  Dr. Henry has spoken to leadership teams for over 40 of the Fortune 50 corporations.

Dale emphasizes the vital importance of communication in leadership.  We as leaders must be able to articulate a vision.  Our leadership must “sizzle”.  If we can’t spark the excitement of the vision in those we’re trying to lead, the vision goes unfulfilled.  He talks about becoming the proverbial Cracker Jack; getting out of the box and becoming the prize.

How do we accomplish this?  By learning to become a servant of all.  There are two things the leader must never say: “That’s not my job,” and “I wish I had…”  Becoming a servant means helping others whenever and wherever we may be.  Dr. Henry was once mistaken for a hotel bellhop.  The hotel guest asked him to carry his luggage.  Dr. Henry picked up the guest’s luggage and carried it to his room.  When the guest realized that Dr. Henry was not the bellhop, he asked “Why did you carry my luggage?”  Dr. Henry’s reply: “Because you asked me to help you.”

Everyone who attended the conference thought it worthwhile after hearing Dr. Henry speak.  He has a speaking style that mixes laughter and seriousness in such a way as to have a lasting impact.

You can see clips of Dr. Dale Henry at his website.

I am always looking for quick and easy lunches to make for my boys, so I thought I would share a few of our favorites and hopefully a few of you will share yours

What are some of your favorite ways to add variety to lunchtime?

I love that dark blue color the sky gets right before the sun makes it’s debut! The night has been so dark but the light slowly starts to show signs of returning. The earth is still and quiet. The night is ending and the sun is just about to shine!

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I believe we see one of those “dark blue sky” moments here in the book of Ruth:

In just one short chapter, we find Naomi go from a wife and a mother of two sons – to just the mother-in-law to one seemingly foolish girl. All the things most precious and dear to any woman are stripped away over a series of 10 years. I can not fathom her grief.

“Then Elimelech, Naomi’s husband, died; and she was left with her two sons. They took for themselves Moabite women as wives; … The both Mahlon and Chilion also died, and the woman was bereft of her two children and her husband.” Ruth 1:4-5

So what else is a woman to do (especially in that day) but go home.

When she arrives home with her daughter-in-law Ruth, the text says,

And when they had come to Bethlehem, all the city was stirred because of them “and the women said, “Is this Naomi?” Ruth 1:19

I love it! Humanity has not changed much in 3,000  or so years, right? Oh, the gossip that must have been transpiring! My Bible even says “they” instead of “the women”. I think we all have some “them” in our lives! So Naomi answers them:

“She said to them, Do not call me, Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.” Ruth 1:20

Note that “Naomi” means, “pleasant” and “Mara” means “bitter”. Also the Hebrew word for “Almighty” she uses here is “Shaddai”. Shaddai means “pourer fourth” or “Almighty”. So taking all that in to context, I feel there is quite a bit of sarcasm here and definitely bitterness. Naomi is acknowledging that the Lord is in control and at work. He is the “pourer-fourth” yet for whatever reason he has chosen to deal bitterly with her. I almost feel she is not even speaking to “them” but to “Him” as if to say, “Yeah! If you are the Almighty one, why did you let all of this happen to me? You are the one who controls everything after all! I don’t understand! Just call me “Mara’!”

If you have never had one of those “Mara moments” with the Lord, you are a better person than me! I am so incredibly thankful for the Father’s sweet and tender patience in letting us question!

So the chapter ends with this:

“So Naomi returned, and with her Ruth the Moabitess, her daughter-in-law, who returned from the land of Moab. And they came to Bethlehem at the beginning of the barley harvest.” Ruth 1:22

I love this! Let me tell you what the Lord revealed to me!

This is that dark blue sky moment here! Chapter one has been pitch black dark. All seems hopeless and bitter! Without a kinsman to care for her and provide for her she was hopeless. I would imagine Naomi feels defeated, guilty, and shameful. Yet the text points out that her daughter-in-law, Ruth, is with her. Why is this significant? Fast forward a couple of chapters and you will see it is through Ruth, that redemption comes to Naomi! She marries Boaz. Boaz cares for them-redeems them and they even give Naomi a grandson!

So right there next to her stands her “hope” and she doesn’t even know it! There is even more of a hint of hope because they returned at the “beginning of the barley harvest.” It is because of the harvest that Ruth works and thus meets Boaz, their kinsman Redeemer!

All of this hope is right there- literally right there- and Naomi hasn’t a clue. And I think that’s okay. El Shaddai never stopped being El Shaddai. He has a sunrise coming and it will be all the more beautiful because she has felt the darkest night! She will soon see her El Shaddai’s faithfulness! She will be “pleasant” again! The Lord Almighty is dealing bountifully with her! She needs only to hang on through the night!

“Blessed is the Lord who has not left you without a redeemer today, and may his name become famous in Israel.” Ruth 4:14

“Discontent is a sin that is its own punishment and makes men torment themselves; it makes the spirit sad, the body sick, and all the enjoyments sour; it is the heaviness of the heart and the rottenness of the bones. It is a sin that is its own parent. It arises not from the condition, but from the mind. As we find Paul contented in a prison, so Ahab discontent in a palace.” Matthew Henry

“But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain that we can carry nothing out.”1Timothy 6:6-7

In the day of prosperity be joyful, and in the day of adversity consider: God has made the one as well as the other”…Ecclesiastes 7:14

“Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5

As I begin this New Year, I am praying that it will be a year of contentment.

Contentment in the everyday ordinary moments…

The smile of my four-year old

The sweet hugs given from my ten-year old son

Late night laughter of my college-age girls… drifting up the stairs

The sound of my teenage son’s voice beginning to change

The thirteen year old transforming into a young woman before my eyes

The silliness of my eleven-year-old

The loose teeth of the eight-year-old…

The last few months before my oldest daughter becomes a bride…

“Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned
how to be content with whatever I have.” Philippians 4:11

Kim has been married for twenty-four years and a minister’s wife for more than twenty years. She has eight children. Their ages range from a twenty year old down to a four-year old.  After teaching in public and private school for several years, she has now been homeschooling her own children for the last fifteen years. She would like to say she reads, travels and does all kinds of wonderful things in her spare time, but the truth is she spends her spare time doing laundry.

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
All about You, Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You Jesus
Its all about you
Jesus

We were singing this song in church last week, and as we sang the chorus I just kept thinking, this was a description of what my life should be as I live out my relationship with the FATHER that I have through JESUS CHRIST. Let me change the words of the chorus just a wee bit, so you can see where I am coming from.

The heart of my life, the essence, the meaning, the purpose of my life should be worship of FATHER GOD through JESUS CHRIST. To me worship at its core is complete submission, devotion, and intense love to and for GOD, in your heart and in your physical life.

My life; and all choices that come with it day by day should be made with worship of GOD in mind. A life of worship will play out differently for us all but at its core it will be the same. Here is a verse that I think sums up how a life of worship will look.

And whatever you do [no matter what it is] in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus and in [dependence upon] His Person, giving praise to God the Father through Him. Col. 3:17

If we do everything we do in the name of JESUS and in dependence on HIM, than we are living a life of worship. If I worship GOD in being a wife, a mom, a home school teacher, a friend, children’s church teacher, a blog writer, etc. than I will be the best in these areas that I can be. I will be a light in this world, I will be an encourager, a helper and a witness for the LORD.

If you belong to the LORD, let your life come back to the heart of worship, let it be all about HIM, all about HIM!! Let your choices, your actions and even your perspective come from a HEART of WORSHIP.

Below is the all the lyrics of the song ‘A Heart of Worship’

When the music fades
And all is stripped away
And I simply come
Longing just to bring
Something that’s of worth
That will bless your heart

I’ll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the ways things appear
You’re looking into my heart

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
All about You, Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You Jesus

King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve
Though I’m weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

I’ll bring You more than just a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You’re looking into my heart

I’m coming back to the heart of worship
And it’s all about You
All about You, Jesus
I’m sorry Lord for the thing I’ve made it
When it’s all about You
It’s all about You Jesus

Its all about you
Jesus

 

It was the call every parent dreads. Our daughter Julianne, a freshman at Liberty University, had been in an accident, and was in an emergency room 500 miles away.
When I went to bed that night, I had been looking forward to a good night’s sleep. My sister had come to visit, arriving on a red eye flight with her two preschoolers that morning. I was exhausted from getting up early to pick them up and couldn’t wait to get into bed. Around 10:45, I turned off my light. Unbeknownst to me, my daughter was at that time running for her life.
Julianne is our eldest child, and has always been the quiet, obedient one.  When we talked to her earlier that evening, she mentioned plans to go out with her friends. It was a clear, beautiful night, so, on the way back to campus, they decided they had enough time before curfew to park the car, walk up, and view the stars from a local train trestle…something many local people before them have done. Julianne was the least in favor of going, and two of her friends volunteered to stay behind with her while the others walked out onto the trestle. In the end, she decided to go out with them. No one pressured her; she simply decided she didn’t want to miss out on the fun.
It should be mentioned that the side of the trestle the students entered is wide open, with one small “No Trespassing” sign that cannot be viewed in the dark. Several news articles later showed the opposite side of the trestle, where barbed wire fence and large signs warn people to stay away. The five freshmen were not familiar with that side, and in their youth and inexperience, didn’t think trains came by that often or that fast.

But a train did come.

Julianne and her friends were about one third of the way across the trestle when the train appeared, and had 40 seconds to react. At first, they all started running. The two boys soon realized there was no way any of them would make it, and yelled for the girls to climb down onto the side. Two of the girls, one of them Julianne, followed. One girl kept running, and never made it. Her life was lost that night. Meanwhile, Julianne lost her grip on the side of the trestle, falling almost 100 feet to the muddy riverbank below.

My husband and I were in shock as the doctor told us of Julianne’s injuries—lacerated organs, internal bleeding, broken bones. It felt surreal…like it wasn’t really happening and like I already knew it would happen, both at the same time. Part of me felt like it was my fault, like I could have prevented it. Our mouths went completely dry, and nausea overcame me. I could hardly get off the bed to get ready to go, to make the long journey to Virginia, hopefully in time.
Whom do you call at a time like this? Our first call was to Dave and Rose, our long time close friends.  Dave is a professor at Liberty, and Rose a stay-at-home mom. They are like godparents to Julianne. They began praying, then Rose went to the hospital to be with Julianne until we got there. We called my husband’s brother and sister-in-law, who live near us, and our youth pastor, a friend of our family and a special person in Julianne’s life during her high school years. They all had the job of calling everyone else. I woke my sister and told her what was going on, while Brian told our sixteen year old upstairs. I could hear her horrified sobs. We decided to let our twelve year old sleep, and left both girls in the care of their capable aunt.
The ride to Virginia was the worst part of our entire ordeal after the phone call. Waves of nausea passed over me. I felt as if there were a brick inside my chest. Anxiety consumed me, and though I asked God to take it away, He chose not to for the time being. Brian drove, prayed, and we tried to sing and recall Scripture verses, but I just couldn’t focus. Thankfully, there were update calls from a couple doctors, explaining what they were doing to stop the internal bleeding and help Julianne to breathe. Whenever these calls came, my heart beat faster until I was actually speaking with the doctor. Then, when he explained a procedure to me, I knew Julianne was still alive because they were still working on her. Rose called from Julianne’s room (by this time she was in ICU), and told me she looked good and that Rose was with her, praying over her.
We finally arrived at the hospital. I had been unable to cry the whole trip, but when Brian dropped me off at the front and I went in, Dave was the first person I saw. My patient brother in Christ put his arms around my shoulders as I burst into tears and made him promise the doctors weren’t lying to me…that Julianne was still alive. Dave escorted me up to the ICU waiting room, where Rose also put her arms around me, hugged me tightly, and whispered into my ear “God is good. God is good.” I nodded and cried again, releasing the tension of the last 10 hours as I felt those arms around me…not the arms of our best friends, but the arms of Jesus.
I resolved not to “lose it” in Julianne’s room, as that would upset her. I stepped in, and saw her swollen, bruised face, her arms wrapped in splints, the oxygen tubes in her nose, the bags of blood being transfused into her body. She was conscious. She looked up at me and smiled sweetly. “Hi, Mommy.” Those words never sounded so good …words that told me my child was indeed still herself, and had no head trauma. She had survived a 100 foot fall…truly a miracle! She also had no spinal cord injury… things we were instantly thankful for as we began a long list of good things that happened, bad things that didn’t happen, and blessings that came from this trial.
Something happened after I gently hugged Julianne in her ICU bed and crossed the room to sit in one of the two recliners provided for family. The brick left my chest, and a restful feeling replaced it. The room was peaceful, not stressful. Rose told me she felt the same way when she entered the room hours earlier. The Spirit of God was present, bathing us with the grace we needed to endure this, the worst trial of our marriage, of our entire lives. And I didn’t have to look for it, or try hard to find it. God’s peace and grace just washed over me like a flood. It was as if I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.  “Sit back,” He seemed to be saying, “and let me take over. I am the One Who will heal her.”

From that point on, there was peace and even joy. Yes, there were scary moments…especially the first few days in ICU (she was there a total of 9 days before moving to a regular room, then to inpatient rehab at another hospital). But God sent so many of His servants to encourage us…friends, family, Liberty faculty and staff, church people we didn’t even know. Those who couldn’t be there encouraged by email, Facebook, cards, and flowers; those who could by their presence and their help… praying over Julianne, bringing food, taking our dirty clothes home to wash, visiting, and so many other things. We were inundated with offers for help. Two churches (one our own) took up offerings to help with our expenses. Gift cards were donated. The ICU nurses were angels in disguise! Many of them were believers, like us; several were even Liberty graduates. Many a night, I sat up talking with one or the other of them about the way God was working through this trial in our family’s life.
The best encouragement, however, were the Scriptures. They were written on our Facebook pages, tucked into the pockets of our clean laundry on cards, shared with us during visits or phone calls. Believers all over the country were praying for us, for Julianne, for her healing. We felt those prayers! Each new piece of good news, each improvement and victory in her healing, was a direct result of God’s people bringing Julianne before the throne of Heaven. She was going to be all right. And it was a miracle.
As Julianne moved to inpatient rehab, we received even more encouragement through song. Fellow worship music students from Liberty visited, bringing guitars and praising God in song with her. There was nothing wrong with her voice, and as soon as she was able, she lifted it in song, praising her Savior along with her friends. The three other survivors of the accident were the most encouraging, visiting her almost every night, praying and praising with her, all of them healing together. The mother of the girl who died that night came to see Julianne and encouraged all four of the kids to use this trial in their lives for God’s glory, as she was doing. From her, and from Liberty University, forgiveness and grace flowed.
There have been hard times, as well. Julianne’s frustration after returning home with not being able to walk right away and not being “normal” yet. Medical bills, outside of what our insurance covers, piling up on top of our ordinary living expenses. Julianne’s scary nighttime visions of running from the train and falling. It’s not over yet. But my husband and I have realized one lesson in all of this…to loosely quote one of my favorite authors, Karen Kingsbury, “God’s grace doesn’t only pardon us from sin, it carries us through pain.” (Longing, p. 213). His grace is truly sufficient for us, for every need.

Happy New Year from Habits for a Happy Home! I hope your New Year has started well. Our home is officially “undecorated”. The tree has been hauled off and the needles vacuumed. School is back in session. My mind is a jumble of to-dos (and I’m sure yours is too), so I don’t have a well-thought and structured post for you today, but I do have a few lingering thoughts I wanted to share.

First, there has been a lot of discussion here and everywhere lately about what to do about Santa Claus, so I wanted to share our family’s experience. If you’d like some background on this story, you can read here about when Santa first became an issue for us, back in 2007. Last Christmas (2010) in an answer to much prayer, the boys came to us and asked to know the truth about Santa. We told them the story about the real St. Nick, but we didn’t change much about our traditions. They still sat on Santa’s lap. We still left cookies for Santa and they still had Santa presents under the tree. This year was the first Christmas that we left Santa out of our Christmas completely. We focused instead on doing special things for others. Christmas morning the kids had 3 presents to open (one from Mom, one from Dad, and one from a sibling). We were thrilled to discover that our oldest two had made some surprise presents for us and for each other and tucked them under the tree. I worried that Christmas would be less magical without Santa. But in reality, it was more magical. Seeing the joy on their faces when they gave gifts to others from their hearts made this the most magical Christmas our family has ever experienced. No one was sad or disappointed Christmas morning. And when I asked our 9 year old if he thought Christmas was less fun without Santa, he said “not at all!”

I also wanted to report on our experience with Light ‘Em Up. We didn’t get to do as many of them as I hoped. One a day was a little unrealistic for us. Two or three a week was closer to reality. But we had so much fun doing what we could. Many of the people we surprised with kindness did something kind for us in return. They got a kick out of watching the UPS guys sit in front of our house eating their cookies. And then a couple days later UPS delivered a package for us with a note from them written on the box. Not that recognition is the reason to do it, but it was nice that the kids could see that what they were doing was making an impact. And we learned that bringing unexpected joy to another person is unbelievably addicting! We’re planning to continue with this throughout the year. People need to feel the love of Jesus all year long, not just at Christmas. Thanks again Courtney for the idea!

One last little completely unrelated thing to start your New Year… A wise friend from church told us something brilliant that they do at the start of each year, and I wanted to share it with all of you. At the beginning of the year (as in right now) go through your closet and turn all your hangars around so they are hanging backwards. After you wear something, hang it back up the right direction. At the end of the year, any hangars that are still backwards are clothes that you should donate. Isn’t that brilliant? Turning my hangars around right now…

You may have given the idea of homeschooling for high school a little thought or maybe you have not allowed it to cross over yet. But eventually, if you homeschool all the way through elementary and into middle school, you will have to think about whether or not you want to keep your children home for high school.

Don’t let high school scare you. It’s super fun! It’s a great time to be with your child, helping him or her develop into an awesome young adult who desires to serve the Lord. So many teachable moments happen when you homeschool your teens all the way through high school. However, the thought of it can be overwhelming.

There are many ways to homeschool for high school. The options range from traditional school at home to classes outside of the home to online classes offered by homeschool umbrella schools and even many public school systems. If you worry about your teen having enough social time, make sure the opportunities are there for getting to know peers.

People often worry first and foremost about the credits. Oh, the credits. How in the world do you know how to do them? Well, that’s easy. Most public schools require four English credits, four Math credits, four Science credits, three Social Studies credits, two Foreign Language credits, one Physical Education, and one Health. The balance of the credits required for graduation is for Electives of your child’s choice.

Here is an example from the state of Georgia: http://www.gsfc.org/main/publishing/pdf/2009/Grad_Guidance.pdf

Now looking at your public school requirements is the first step but only the beginning. Next, take a look at the colleges that your child is interested in attending. If no preference has been made yet, then just check out the entrance requirements for your local colleges and maybe some favorites out of state. This will give you an idea of what might be required to enter the college. Even if college is not affordable for your family or your child has not yet decided a career path, I recommend preparing her for college anyway. That’s step two and that will give you a skelton for the classes your child should take in high school.

Before we go any further, let me answer the question: What is a credit? When your child completes 75% of a textbook, that’s a credit. But what if you are not using a traditional textbook? What if you change books midstream or use various library books—if you customize your curriculum? Usually, if you spend a school year on a course, that’s a credit—regular daily work for 180 days. A half of a year would be a half credit. For more details, check out this link at H.S.L.D.A. http://www.hslda.org/highschool/docs/EvaluatingCredits.asp

Okay, so you know what classes your child should take and how much time should be spent on those classes. Now what? Well, now you get to start teaching those classes. First, you want to set up a schedule for the classes. Map out the curriculum so that you can get it all done in your 180 days. Leave room for holidays, sick days, work days, volunteer days, and anything else that might interrupt a normal schedule. That way you won’t get behind.

Hopefully, this little snippet from my brain has helped dispel the rumors that homeschooling for high school is too hard. Watch for more homeschooling tips in the near future.

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