Homeschool is a Battlefield - Part 1

Last week the boys and I piled into the car and drove 3 hours north to Williamsburg, VA. We were in desperate need to get out of town and disconnect from the tech world. That meant limited access to email, social media, and text messages. I took pictures and fired them off to Instagram and Facebook, but other than that, I was pretty good.

8th grade is drawing to a close for Logan *cue me rocking back and forth in the fetal position* and I really wanted to visit a place with deep rooted history. It was vacation but it was also school. Our brains soaked in so much information by days ends, we would collapse onto our hotels fluffed beds and drool.

We didn't waste any time and dove right into a ghost tour our first night. Not only was in filled with spooky stories but we learned a lot about the area. 

Top of the Govenor's Palace














Wythe House













College of William and Mary


















The creepiness of the photo above gives me chills.

There is no denying the horrible history of Williamburg. War is bloody. So many lost their lives. Hearts were broken, murders were committed. We have our own beliefs about spirits.

College of William and Mary











My camera started having tantrums halfway into the tour so I didn't take too many pictures.


I fell in love with this house












I plan on breaking our trip into parts because there is just so much. 
Who said you have to homeschool inside all day?
Pfft!
The world is our classroom! 



What Autism Means To Me - Part 2

Two years ago I wrote What Autism Means To Me. I was going to read it to my homeschool group when we lived in Florida but I couldn't. Mom read it for me and she started to cry. Everyone cried. I didn't want to make people cry, but I wanted people to know that they need to educate themselves about the autism spectrum. 

I push my feelings about this because it makes me sad when kids that are viewed as weird or different and they get treated badly. It's not right. My mom and dad have taught me to love everyone, no matter who they are. 

Schools don't do anything for kids that are bullied. They make the ones bullied feel bad and don't punish the bullies. How is that right? Why should we change to fit in? Why should we hide our quirks so we aren't bullied? Why are we not accepted for who we are? 

Everyone has quirks. 

I don't play sports. I can swim, but I'm not strong at it. I don't want to ride a bike. I'm a nerd. I love computers and video games. I can write codes and programs. I read a lot. I love cartoons like The Regular Show and Adventure Time. I love being a nerd, a gaming geek, it's what I do. I don't bully other kids if they love sports or can swim or ride a bike. That's what they like to do. 

Autism is a small part of my DNA. The rest of me is...me. Logan. I love the beach and the mountains, but I don't like bugs. I believe in ghosts and aliens. I love our environment and want to protect it. People that litter make me mad. 

Autism doesn't define me or any other kid. We want acceptance and encouragement. We can't always express how we feel, but we want to be loved. 

Fist bump bang to everyone! 
And don't forget, today is the best day ever!  


Sarcastic School is Now in Session

My mom is funny. She makes me laugh everyday and that is why I love to be homeschooled. For a long time she has been doing sarcastic ecards and pictures, not just about homeschooling but life. I started doing some on Picmonkey and last week mom and I did this one:















She posted it on The Quirky Mustache's Facebook page and KABOOM! It blew up! I would check the numbers and more and more people shared it. It was awesome! It even can be found on the North Carolina Coalition of Home Educators page. 

Since I love Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, mom made this one:


  














Last night, I made this one:















We put the name on this one, mom said that people would know where they came from and come check out our blog and Facebook page. 

I put defeated instead of survived. I watch Helix on SyFy and what they have is a virus, but also a cure. Homeschoolers would take out the zombies and create a cure.  

I think in my book I will put some of these sarcastic pictures in it. The book I am writing with my mom is about my illness when I was a baby, being touched by an angel or God, the autism spectrum, bullying, and homeschooling. 

I have been through a lot. Some bad and some good, but I'm alive and I have forgiven those people that have hurt me and my mom and dad. We use sarcasm and humor to get through tough times. It makes it easier to cope. That's just the way we are. 

Look for more funny pictures from me and my mom! 

Make it the best day ever! 

Homeschool This...

Frequently people will say to me, "You're home all day, you can get a ton done." "I wish had could get all my stuff done, but I work outside of my home." or my oh so favorite, "Must be nice to go to the mountains during a work week." 

That 'must be nice' phrase needs to be banished from people's mouths. I can't stand it. We all make choices in life and our family's choice was to homeschool our son. Now, that doesn't come without sacrifices, but we wouldn't have done it any other way. 

When you see a homeschool family at the beach or the mountains or Washington, D.C., yes, they're having fun but they're also learning. Every day is a lesson. Life is our curriculum and the world is our classroom. 

Does that mean that our laundry is always folded, dinner's on the table promptly at 5pm, and the bathrooms are spotless.

NO.

Does that mean that us homeschool moms gather together every other week for a wine playdate to regain some of our sanity and unload our frustrations? 

YES.

Just because I don't post every single lesson Logan is doing doesn't mean he didn't school that day. He is very independent in his school work and I'm very blessed and lucky for that. 

There are many days I feel I'm living a double life. Maybe a triple life, even. Homeschool mom vs. Author vs Wife. My brain is tugged a hundred different directions at any given moment. The guilt I feel is excruciating. When I'm working on a book I feel that I'm neglecting my family and house. When I'm scrubbing toilets, I feel like I should be writing. But publishing books don't make you an instant millionaire. Even when signed with a publishing house, I had to pay out money for shipping and advertisement (not to Montlake). Money that I could have put toward Logan's curriculum. 

Guilt.

More guilt.

Shove more guilt down my throat with a side of guilt. 

Now this is my life and I don't judge others. They choose to do what they do each and every day and who am I to say that's wrong. Not my job. But what I don't appreciate is people doing that to me. I reign in my snarkiness when someone posts something on my Facebook page about 'it must be nice'. I don't want to be disrespectful, but I have my moments when it's been a tough day and I'm over people's drama and sour words. 

No matter the chaos in my life, I chose it. Each week I stop and analyze what I'm doing. I love writing my twisted dark fiction books and I will continue on with the Deadly Series but Logan's story, our family's story is what pulls at my heart and soul daily.  Of course, Logan equates that to literature studies;-)

Our typical homeschool week equates to a chicken with it's head cut off. With peppered in, field trips, middle school hang outs, sleepovers, museum classes, gaming chill time, cooking class--you get the point. 

The chaos will be amplified once freshman year begins. 

I don't know what my writing schedule will look like, but Logan's education will always be #1 and if that means the third book in the series doesn't even become a title page of my Word document until autumn, so be it.  

Cloning would come in handy. I keep telling Logan to hurry up and build his machine for that.  Slacker. 

The Quirky Mustache's Facebook page has blown up and Logan is loving it. Please show your love and like the page. We will have some giveaways very soon and snippets from our book, Mom, I know I'm Different. 

Until the next post, keep it quirky! 





In The Words Of The 13 Year Old

"Our school room rocks!" 

The kid said as he stopped mid-vocabulary lesson. 

"I'm glad you think so." I responded. 

It's no secret that our family is quite unhinged and our house reflects that with random bits of quirkiness throughout each room. 

On the days when homeschool lessons become stress induced tantrums (from me) I want the environment to reverse those ick factor feelings. 

The newest awesomeness is this:


And language arts just wouldn't be the sale without Zombie Magnetic Poetry. 



When those tough days come around we cover our frown with some sassy lips or sir it up with a fancy mustache. 

Having a fun school room is what has made the difference. I've been schooling the kid for five years and I'm happy that we have a designated space and can find humor when blech moments pop up. 


I Can Call Her By Her First Name

I like that my mom is a writer. She has friends that are authors and they are really cool. One of her friends is writing book and her name is Aurora. Not her real name. I don’t want to give the author's identity away, you know, like Batman or Spiderman. I’m great at keeping secrets.
She sends over excerpts of her book she is writing. It’s awesome!
My mom has read her book Ellie Stanton Would Like To Thank You From The Bottom Of Her Heart, No Seriously. She said it was a fantastic story and my mom is a picky reader.
I am giving Aurora my mustache award for being cool and letting me read what she writes. To include me is awesome. My mom is going to post the cover and what the book is about.

All of my mom’s friends talk and treat me very nicely. They never make me feel bad about myself. I have been around adults that treat their kids or their friend like annoyances. I can feel that they aren’t happy people. Who wants to hang around them? Not me and not my mom.

It’s the simple act of an author including me in their writing that makes me smile. Five Stache’s Aurora!



*courtesy of Goodreads*
Ellie Stanton needed to have a good day. The universe had something else in store. Getting caught shoplifting. Check. Dumping her lame boyfriend. Check. Expulsion from school. Check. Getting kicked out of her house and then stealing her mother’s car while she’s in a NJ turnpike rest stop Cinnabon? Check. The only sensible option is to run as fast as she can and never look back. Now Ellie is running going cross country to raise a little hell and maybe along the way learn everything she needs to know about life.


I love, love, love new authors and I love, love, love this book. Ellie  reminds me of a friend I had in high school, I think that's what partly pulled me in but also the writing is beyond amazing. It's fresh and not like all the others books that have been coming out lately. 
The kid scolded me for not writing a proper review for Aurora and shame on me for not. Giving it just stars isn't enough. Bad reader. Bad, bad reader I am. 

Seriously though, I want to thank Aurora for including Logan. He truly looks forward to each excerpt and feels pretty darn special. Thank you! You rock! 
~The Mother aka MamaSwede

"Homeschoolers Are Quitters." Tell That To The Twelve-Year Old Attending Harvard

Because my son and I share this blog I will need to keep my colorful vocabulary to myself. However, over at Cracked Chronicles…it’s on like Donkey Kong.

Last night, an old acquaintance posted a question on her facebook page about online high school classes. At first I thought she truly wanted feedback about the topic so I responded with my usual statement that each family is different and with the variety of homeschool online classes her daughter would have a range of educational lessons at the tips of her fingers.

Immediately her friends disregarded my statement and through out statements of “kids need structure, they find that at school” After reading that I soon discovered that SHE wanted to show her daughter that HER friends found online classes unproductive.

I disagreed with the structure comment because let’s think about that word for a moment. People believe that structure means discipline or order. The definition is building upon elements, arranging them in a way that is cohesive. In a sociology aspect it’s about relationships, forming bonds with others. Of course, that pushes the word socialization into the mix.

That word is a homeschoolers toilet paper. People say it us, we wipe it, and flush it away because in most cases it's presented in a negative tone, “Aren’t you concerned that your son won’t have that high school experience?” “What about friends? Prom? Football games? Homecoming?”

I have to tell you the truth. You may want to sit down but…
Homeschool organizations have all of that and more!

GASP! I know, shocking. We also don't drive covered wagons.

After walking away from the conversation last night I mistakenly looked at it this morning and this fabulous piece of ignorance slapped me right in the face and fell into my coffee, Home school is for quitters. It's important for kids to be in the social environment even if they don't like it. It teaches them responsibility. Buck up and get er done. Then go off to college…."

First, he used the term “get er done.”
Do I need to go further? Really?

I would love to have him say those words to my child when he was bullied and humiliated at school. You are right. We quit. We quit the joke that is called the public school system in St. Lucie County, Florida five years ago. Last time I checked bullying isn’t socialization and it sure didn’t teach responsibility as my son was left behind from his class and wandered the outdoor halls alone for five minutes. Did I mention he was 8 at the time.

You know who says statements like that above, people who don’t have a clue about education or life. Their adult existence is stuck in high school. They are concerned about social status, the family next door who purchased the new boat, snowmobile, and four-wheeler and how can his family up that because no one can have more than him. That is the same person who believes Autism is contagious and that my son is hermit locked beneath the stairs, shunned by society for being different.

Ignorance is contagious.

As he spewed it on her page others praised him. It actually made my stomach turn and I unfriended her because I can’t have that negativity anywhere near me.

I wanted to respond to his comment. But I didn’t because it would have erupted into a school yard brawl with me getting the punches and "my" friend would watch near the swings because those people are popular, they are in her life and have been since high school. What would it have accomplished? Nothing. His mind was made up. So, I quit her page and her daughter’s page.

I value others opinions—I do and I enjoy a good debate but with every opinion and every debate you must present facts. I have an opinion on many things but I also have some kind of understanding or facts to back my opinion. I don’t frolic around the land of Say-Whatever-I-Want-Without-Consequences. That’s ignorant.

All right, I’ve spent enough time on this topic and gave that guy too much of my breath and time. Let me end my post with this...

When my son has created a wormhole, travels through it, discovers the cure for some disease from a planet, in a galaxy (far, far, away) brings it back to earth and helps millions I will make sure Logan gives a shout to the man who called him a quitter because that name is etched into my brain.

Just as Linda, Logan's daycare provider said to me back in Sioux Falls when he was little, “Your son is lazy that’s why he isn’t walking yet.”
That wasn’t why. Logan was sick. Very sick and his illness deteriorated his muscle tone. And by the grace of God and Logan’s determination he surprised his doctors and took his first unaided steps one week after his two-year old birthday. 


Be careful who you condemn because they maybe your savior one day.