How homeschooling is going here in the Parker household, as told through gifs.

First, my children, every morning when they discover that yes, there is more work to do:

The twins really try everything to get out of it, but alas, we push forward.

Middle son has a gift for somehow deleting entire google doc assignments and locking himself out of the district VPN.

Oldest son is an overachiever and feels as if his teachers are conspiring against him with regards to all scheduling google meetups at the same time.

Elder daughter is straight up hiding assignments and spending all her time writing/drawing Undertale fan-fic in her sketchbook.

Twins are now cranky and fighting. They want to finish their identical assignments at the same time but are also racing each other? It defies logic.

Middle son’s Chromebook is blaring some read-aloud organized by his teacher, so the twins’ ire shifts to their brother: they have something new to complain about now!

The twins are emotional terrorists and reduce middle son to tears and he runs off with the read-aloud still blaring.

Oops! Now it’s time for the twins’ google meetups but they are at the same time AND I only have one MacBook for them to use. I hand over my phone to one and send her upstairs, set up the other one with the MacBook, try to turn off the read aloud, and wait, has anyone eaten? No.

Ah, the phone’s microphone isn’t working? Everyone has a pet to show the class except you? You can’t hear the teacher? Are we going to eat soon?

Oldest son has question about algebra. I am smart! I graduated top of my class, got a great score on my Calc AP exam. This is me now with algebra:

I google for answers. Oldest son’s face:

Oh! The twins are back! Four worksheets left until they are finished for the day! The first five worksheets went quickly so no problem, right? Wrong. The next four? Infinite time. Time multiplied by infinity.

Check on elder daughter: she’s on her phone. Any work completed? None.

I take away phone, check on middle son. He’s still crying. Also seems to have locked himself out of his google docs again. I think about joining him back in bed.

Oldest son is now making food for twins. Everyone should have one of him. Twins are 2/4 pages. It’s been two hours. Six hours left to go.

Middle son finishes his work! Hooray! Then, I get an email from his teacher that he’s missing five assignments from last week.

Oh! An email from elder daughter’s teacher, too! My lucky day.

Twins have eaten. I go over middle son’s work as he eats. It looks like he did everything? Take screenshots to send to teacher.

Elder daughter finishes all assignments in less than an hour, showers, and is now doing chores to earn the phone back. Keeps looking at me like this but do I care? I do not.

Oldest son is finished! Hooray! We are almost through it.

Twins have escaped outside. I layer their worksheets into the folders. But! What’s this? A worksheet I accidentally forgot to give them?!

I add it to the next day’s work and just pray they won’t notice. I mean, it’s just one worksheet, right?

Next day: they noticed.