It’s been half a week since I removed Erin from school. While this is not our first adventure into home education it is slightly different that she is now 12 years old. When we previously removed her from school in Primary we went straight into providing a standard of curriculum matching school until she chose to start secondary school. In all, previously we home educated for 7 months.

This time it is different. I have read more. Researched more and realised that Erin won’t benefit if we just recreate a school environment at home.  She currently no longer has any interest in reading, or writing stories (which she used to do all the time) and instead is half the child I used to know. Quite frankly. the school system muted her passion. Her energy. Her light.

I need to help her rediscover herself. To find that shiny, bright human who questioned everything.

So we are going to deschool her.

Deschooling is the psychological concept that a child beginning home education after attending school needs time to adjust to being at home, to remove the ideologies of the school environment that have shaped them.

To put it bluntly. They need to break out of the system and learn how to carve their own path in the world. To ask questions, to find passion in learning.

It is said for each year they were at school they should take a month to deschool. We have decided we will take until September before gradually imposing a light academic setting. I am leaning toward the Waldorf system and plan on reading to Erin, limiting electronics and asking her what SHE wants to learn.


It will be an awefully big adventure 🙂


Time… Or lack of it. Day in the Life.


I struggle sometimes with finding time to write, especially the past week. The free time I have found, I have used for my other hobbies, being playing xbox or catching up on reading. It was my daughter’s 10th birthday on Wednesday, and the past week has been filled with plans and present wrapping. Thursday was her birthday party in which she invited 4 friends over and I was left in a numb state of audio shock. Who would have thought 4 small, dainty little creatures could create so much noise? Think their sonic screaming and giggling episode left me with a burst ear drum lol. So, come Friday in typical family fashion, myself and my daughter both came down with a throat/chest cold thing.

I feel guilty for not writing, so today I managed 400 words while heavily medicated and with several cups of coffee down me.  So, as a reward am blogging. I told myself I would not post a blog until I had done some writing, so if a blog is not posted one day, you know why.

Someone asked me the other day how I fill my day up, they had visions of me doing very little, lounging around with little responsibilities. So, below I will explain the life of a stay at home writing mother 🙂

7am: Get up. Drink coffee. Drink more coffee. Contemplate the possibility of building a teleport machine to teleport daughter to school. Still half asleep, stub toe on door frame.

7:15 am: Awaken daughter. Five minutes later wake her up again. Last resort pick ten year old up, carry into front room. Place cup of tea and breakfast infront of her. Watch for signs of life.

7:30 am converse with Partner about how mornings suck. Drink more coffee. Make packed lunches. Get myself washed, dressed and semi-presentable.

8am: Tell daughter to get dressed. Help her with her hair, pack school bag.

8.30am: Leave for school. Walk daughter the 1.8 mile walk to school, vacantly stand in school playground along side other zombie-like mothers and fathers. Wave goodbye to child. Walk home.

9.30 am. Return home after saying hello to every cat I met on the walk back.  Tell partner all about the cats I met. Become quite passionate about cats. Think about creating a cat character for a story.

9.40am Make all beds, open curtains. Put washing machine one. Tidy kitchen. Drink coffee.

10 am Open lap top. Stare at laptop. Go and harass partner. Move from coffee onto tea.

11 am Settle down to write, partner starts playing x-box. Begin backseat gaming and giving “helpful” advice.

12 noon : walk around house listening to music, Write whole novel in my head. Triumphantly sit down before laptop to write. Manage one word.

1pm Say goodbye to Partner as he goes to work. Get vacuum cleaner out. Dust and clean whole house.

2pm, Get a few more pages down of novel down.

2:45 Head out to collect daughter from school. Say hello to every cat I see.

3:30 Return home after cat spotting with daughter. Discuss how we should get a cat. Help daughter with homework and school book reading.

4pm: Begin preparing dinner.

5pm Have dinner

6pm Do a little more writing.

7pm Help daughter have a shower and do some reading.

8pm Get daughter into bed. Tidy house up. Look at dishes. Contemplate doing dishes. Spend several minutes eyeing up dishes before finally doing them.

8:30 pm knuckle down with some serious writing.

9:30 pm Have bath.

10:15 pm Welcome partner home, tell him all about cats, school playgrounds and usually end up having a major giggle fit due to him always managing to make me laugh. Nurse pulled rib muscles from laughing so much and head to bed.

I would write allot more, but I enjoy spending time with my family. I am not sure if it counts as procrastination, maybe I should harden up and just knuckle down but I find, I write more in the short moments I have, surrounded by love, hugs and laughter, than I ever did when alone 🙂