The bus ride to school would be an hour each way, with kids up to five grades older than my sons. Unsupervised by anyone but the driver. So I decided to drive my kids to school.

School drop-off and pickup was so chaotic and time consuming that I hired someone to do it.

The principal sent me to the truancy officer for taking my son out of school once a week for cello lessons even though all the kids in Chicago-area schools who were doing this did not have any trouble with the principal.

I argued with the school administrators that my son’s Individualized Educational Plan was not being enforced even though it’s a legally binding agreement between me and the school district. I brought in a lawyer and the school agreed they were not enforcing. At the next school, I didn’t even need to bring in a lawyer before they agreed. No one cares if they are breaking the law in public schools. Because who has the money to sue the school district?

I requested that my son get tested before he entered first grade to see where his reading and math levels were. He tested at the end of third grade. The school said they could not accommodate him unless he skipped two grades. So they gave him counting worksheets even though he could multiply.

My son came home crying and asked if I could call the parents of two boys and ask them to stop making trouble because the class lost recess three days in a row because of the two boys.

These things kept adding up until I thought that there was no way that homeschooling could be worse than sending them to school. I didn’t choose homeschooling because I thought I’d be great at it. I chose to homeschool because school set the bar so low that there was no way I wouldn’t surpass it.

Now I’m hoping you guys will share the moments that made you think: “That’s it. We’re homeschooling!”