Even with all of this, I am in a season of low motivation. Meaning, I don't want to do any school. Period. Which would be understandable if we'd been busting our (intellectual) butts all year, but we haven't. And that means I haven't earned the right, nay the privilege, to be burned out on homeschooling. And neither has Nature Boy.
Surely there's only so much burnout to go around, so we must be crashing somebody else's pity party. Some other homeschool family has been slaving over textbooks and worksheets and book reports all year, while Nature Boy and I have been watching too much TV, playing at the theater, and baking crap that is totally screwing with my Weight Watcher's plan. And here we are, taking away the only thing left to them--their right to feel burnout.
To them I say: