The Downside of Homeschooling

As reluctant as I am to say it there is one thing I do not like about homeschooling. GASP! I know. I sort of forget about it each year until August or so and entire aisles at Walmart become devoted to back-to-school supplies. We truly have no need for back-to-school supplies. Sadness.

Jackie went back to school the same year Keeleigh started kindergarten. Check out their matching LL Bean backpacks!

I have always loved the smell of a new box of crayons. But we really have plenty. I have a seventh grader now and if things were different she would so be getting that super cool locker divider and organizer with magnetic mirror. I will also have a kindergartner this year but there's no reason to buy a first backpack or a cute little lunch box. I did ask him which one he would choose if he was going away to school. He chose Spiderman. I saved the mental image in my head of him on his first day of school even though I'll never have a real snapshot of it. And "school" clothes. Oh, I could buy some school clothes. But let's face it, we're so not getting out of our pajamas. = P

Keeleigh on her first day of kindergarten!

It's a silly little thing but it's something I will kind of miss. Can anyone else relate? Homeschoolers, is there anything you miss about not sending your kids to a "regular" school? Public-schoolers, want to send me to Walmart with your list and a couple hundred dollars?

Walking Keeleigh to class on her first day of kindergarten.

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