Ok, I admit it, I am one of those moms. I home school two awesome teenage boys, have graduated three before them, host cooperative classes in my home, care for elderly family members, love my best “coffee” gals, and have a wonderful husband. I should have it all figured out by now, right? Truth is, I wonder sometimes why I ever talked myself into teaching my children at home. Why do I still order curriculum I don’t have time to squeeze in even though it “would be so much fun to do”? I often wonder if I’m doing it all correctly or if my kiddos will be scarred for life. Finally, I just found part of a peanut butter sandwich from a few weeks ago hiding behind my printer. I’m quite certain that it has some flavor of failure or inadequacy attached to it.