But in the UK there are many, if not more so, of home edders who do not do 'school at home'. And there are many who have a sort of eclectic mix of home education methods, constantly in flux, somewhere between 'school at home' and a totally child-led education.
For the record, we do not do school at home. We tried. We failed. We didn't conquer. (We chose another path).
But, what you might ask, do we do?
Well, there are days when I do not know what we do.
There are weeks when my children whizz through the kitchen on a mission to something or somewhere, grabbing food on the hoof, hardly stopping for breath (and certainly not to grunt anything as civilised as 'hi') before they disappear off to something 'important'.
And there are weeks when I am needed, on hand, that very minute, every minute of the day. 'Now Mummy!' they yell alternately from the bottom of our twenty million metre long garden and the highest point of our roof
' Help me with this!'
' Look at this!'
and I'm pulled back and forth like a tired overstretched bit of knicker elastic.
And there are weeks when we play around with experiments from http://www.thehappyscientist.com/ and make sparks out of plain old aluminium foil:
or listen to stories, or play with friends
There are days (not often weeks) when we (I) get the maths books out, encourage the kids to copy out poems to improve their handwriting, use 'Sequential spelling' in some desperate attempt to instil some sort of spelling sense into them.
What will happen to you little children if you can't spell? I wail.
How will you survive in the world without knowing your nine times tables? I wail.
We'll use spellchecker and a calculator, they wail in return.
And I say, fair point, and decide we should instead go out and do important things.
Like flying kites:
and playing golf (our own way):
and seeing the world with fresh eyes: