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Then there are the lazy girls (and boys). You'll find them sleeping in on a Tuesday. On Wednesday, they'll be doing Algebra at their desk in their pajamas. You must excavate their essay on War and Peace from underneath their pillow. Nobody knows where the actual book is. The dog might have eaten it, or Dad might have taken it back to the library. School didn't get out at the end of May not because you're on a year around schedule, but because somebody hasn't finished their online, work at your own pace, class yet. It will be mid-July before it's finished.
It takes an extraordinarily laid back mom to admit that nobody at her house was dressed by two pm more than one day last week, especially in the face of an internet filled with pictures of perfectly groomed homeschoolers conducting science experiments and taking hikes in Kamchatka. It's easy to start feeling really inferior in the wake of all those homeschoolers with their photo ready, effortlessly orchestrated lives. And let's face it, the surprise visit from critical relatives is never going to happen on the day that everyone is out of bed at 7:00 am, building a scale model of the RMS Lusitania . No, that surprise visit is going to happen the day the kids are building a demon fortress on Minecraft while you hide in your room with a migraine.
Keep a stiff upper lip, homeschooling parents of lazy kids. Your efforts are not going to waste. Your kids are not going to be living at home forever, unable to get into college or get a real job. Take it from parents who have been there, done that, and had to buy new pajamas to replace the ones destroyed by homeschool Science experiments. Your kids will eventually learn to respond to alarm clocks and deadlines. Yes, it seems grim when you find your kid asleep with a biography of Abraham Lincoln open over their face. Keep in mind that they are actually reading Abraham Lincoln's biography, and possibly even enjoying it. Maybe you didn't get everything done that you hoped to accomplish. Maybe nobody put on real clothes all last week. I'm not judging. You've got the whole world (and those critical relatives) to judge you. I'm here to say, it will work out. Don't give up. You and your kids will be fine.