“Three kids, one brain cell—and it’s currently hiding in the laundry.”
Welcome to my daily circus: one older daughter with
theatrical flair, two younger boys with boundless energy and questionable
hygiene, and a homeschool schedule that’s more “choose your own adventure” than
“rigorous academic structure.” If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to
homeschool while managing chores, backyard performances, and spontaneous
poultry choreography… pull up a chair. And maybe a mop.
📚 Homeschool: Where
Learning Happens (Eventually)
Our homeschool curriculum is a mix of structured chaos and
accidental brilliance. One day we’re diagramming sentences, the next we’re
dissecting a pumpkin because someone asked, “What’s inside?” My daughter
insists on reading Shakespeare in costume. My boys think math is best done
upside down on the couch. I’ve stopped fighting it. If they’re learning and no
one’s bleeding, I call it a win.
🧹 Chore Chaos: The Great
Sock Rebellion
Chores are… aspirational. I made a chart. I laminated it. I
even added glitter. The kids used it as a sled. My daughter negotiates chore
duties like she’s at the UN. The boys treat “clean your room” as a
philosophical question. Is it ever truly clean? What is “clean,” anyway?
Highlights include:
• The time
someone vacuumed a LEGO.
• The week
we lost the broom and found it in a tree.
• The
ongoing mystery of the disappearing socks (I suspect the dog).
🎭 Yard Theatre: Now
Playing, “The Princess and the Dirt Monster”
Our backyard is less “landscaped oasis” and more “open-air
stage meets mud pit.” My daughter directs elaborate plays starring herself, the
boys, and occasionally a confused squirrel. Costumes are sourced from the
laundry pile. Props include sticks, buckets, and one very patient chicken.
Recent productions:
- brother and sister fighting
- 2 clowns fighting for the spot light
- 2 mimes fighting (particularly confusing as i clearly heard "two MOMS fighting" when i was asked to watch, no talking doesn't clear that up)
Turkey Dancing: The Unexpected Joy of
Poultry Performance
We decided to raise heritage turkeys. On
purpose. With intention. With spreadsheets. We researched breeds, built a
brooder, and hatched our very first clutch like proud poultry parents. What we
didn’t expect? That our eight toms would form a synchronized dance troupe.
They don’t just strut—they perform.
Wings out, tails fanned, feet tapping in rhythm to whatever music the kids
blast from the porch. It started with one turkey doing a dramatic spin during a
math lesson. Now it’s a full-blown production called “Gobble Groove,”
choreographed by my daughter, costumed by my sons (yes, there are hats), and
starring eight very committed birds.
It’s weird. It’s wonderful. It’s our
life now. And honestly? Broadway should be worried.
Homeschooling three kids is messy, magical, and mildly
exhausting. But it’s also full of laughter, creativity, and turkey dance
breaks. I wouldn’t trade it for anything—except maybe a live-in laundry fairy.
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