*Sigh* I don't know how on earth Mr. Bright But Unfocused And Very High Maintenance will ever survive real high school next year. And I don't know how I would ever survive an attempt to homeschool him through high school.

I guess we'll have to shoot him. It's a shame, because he's such a great kid.

That's going to end up being a facebook status update one of these days, but you read it here first. Maybe someday I'll even elaborate on it and turn my frustrations into a real blog post. For now, you just get this. Because my brain is too tired to elaborate, and besides, I am supposed to be doing school stuff right now.

Like trying to figure out a workable structure for our schooldays so that the highly motivated 11-year-old isn't getting shortchanged by the high-maintenance 14-year-old. Like trying to figure out how to help the highly unfocused 14-year-old manage his time and buckle down to work. Like trying to ensure that said  14-year-old gets in the "meaty" learning and skill-building he needs when in fact it is a challenge just to manage what seems like a bare minimum.

And when I'm finished figuring all that out, I'm going to go to Washington and solve the economic crisis.

You laugh. I cry.

Of course I wouldn't shoot my son. Despite the challenges involved in homeschooling him, he's a wonderful kid. No, much as I'd like to some days, I won't shoot him...

...but I might blow my brains out.

That would just solve everything very nicely. For me.

But no, I can't do that either. The stain would never come out of the carpet.

I am a crazy woman. Why else would I do this? What else could I be? I homeschool an attentionally-deficient adolescent because I am crazy, and I am crazy because I homeschool an attentionally-deficient adolescent.

That is about the long and short of it.

And now I must return to my futile endeavors. Thank you for reading. I shall return when I can next muster up the spare brain cells.