On days like this

Some days, I love being a homeschool family. We are discovering, learning, or creating. There are great books that nourish, museums that excite, people that illuminate.
 Today, is not one of those days. Today is a day to buckle down after some lighter days and tackle the hard stuff. In our world, that means writing, workbooks and the like. I've tried doing a little each day. I've tried every day as a tough day. I've tried alternating. It seems on this day, that we are determined to struggle. There has to be a better way. My youngest wrestles with his writing. He is convinced the world is out to get him. My eldest keeps at it, but is constantly distracted.
. I would love to take off and go to a museum or park, but feel doing so would not ensure better work later. I hate setting the fence line. At this moment, I am nothing more than a reluctant homeschooler. I do not play golf. I imagine I would like to for several reasons. Among them, the strange desire to repeatedly work at a task that I may never get. Go figure.