Yesterday afternoon was a typical one in many ways.  The kids had finished their morning work (okay, I said the day was typical in many ways, not all ways!)  I was online trying to figure out which questions my 15yo missed on the PSAT test (and whether he should have missed them or not.)  The children were playing in the back yard (actually, the older ones were building an addition to our shed and the littles were supervising.)  Lunch was simmering on the stove (all right, it was starting to stick to the bottom of the pan--I was online, remember?)  I was intermittently stirring, scooping lunch onto plates, checking for answers online and trying to placate the baby, whom the kids had just dumped back inside because he was fussing,  while keeping the dog, who was circling the table expectantly, from eating anyone's food, when suddenly someone knocked on my bedroom door.  I looked around my chaotic living/dining room.  I still had 3 loads of laundry sitting on the couch waiting to be folded.   The dog was just waiting for me to look away for one moment.  The baby was turning up the volume on his howl.  Nope.  Not gonna answer.  I shooed the dog away from the table and put some fruit on one of the girl's plates.   Ding dong!  Darn it, they found the front (correct) door.  And the blinds were open, with me standing at the dining room table right in front of the window.  I was going to have to answer.  I did a quick run-through: the dog couldn't have bitten anyone, because he was right under my feet.  The girls were in the backyard, and they appeared to be fully clothed.  My teens were building, so it wasn't them, either.  I breathed a quick prayer of thanks that I'd both gotten dressed *and* brushed my hair that morning and opened the door, trying to look busy, and hoping this would be quick.

A nice- but frazzled- looking woman stood there with an embarrassed teen girl in tow.  "Hi," she began quickly.  "I'm _______ , and I live down the street.  I see your kids outside all the time.  You homeschool, right?"

"Yes," I said, not sure where exactly this was headed.

"I pulled my daughter out about 3 weeks ago.  The schools are awful."  (We live in an A-rated district.)  "And I'm going crazy.  Can you help me?  How do you homeschool?"

LOLOLOLOLOLOL!  My husband said later that I should have said, "I don't know.  If you find out, will you let me know??"