We have a “school room” in my house. This was our formal dining room, that we converted (or basically took over and refused to give up when the hubby started to complain), to hold all of schooling stuff. Any homeschooling mom know how much stuff you collect, especially when you school more then one. We have this great room, big table (yes the original dining table), we have book cases, we have places for pens/pencils/markers/art supplies. In my mind, we have this great place, for serious studies, that all work gets completed, and all stuff gets contained. All four of us have space to work (my three princesses and me), and it will keep my house clean because there is no reason to work anywhere else.
The reality, as I look around my downstairs: I am sitting at the kitchen table with my morning tea and laptop, Tink has brought all of her Algebra work to come join me on the kitchen table. Belle has taken all of her art supplies to the living room, to complete her art project in front of Mickey Mouse ClubHouse, and Baby has taken her blocks, aka math manipulatives, and made a mine field going from the front door to the back door. So much for keeping school in the school room.
Smiling and continuing to drink my tea.