…can stop anytime now. Like today, for instance. I do not do good in Winter, and it gets worse every year.
Yesterday I had such an emotionally stressful day, on so many levels, that I sat in my bath this morning, crying uncontrollably, for 20 minutes. Then I had to go to a funeral.
Before it got to that point, though, I thought some camera therapy would help with the sadness and depression I woke up with.
I was wrong, but here are the results of my well-intended efforts.
Is it ever okay?
If you say it nicely does that make it okay?
Do you just spit it out because it really needs to be brought to their attention?
Or is it only okay when said ignorance puts that person or others in danger?
I have been at a high frustration level all week, and today literally took the cake, and every other dessert right along with it.
I believe in kindness first, even with those who are not kind to me.
But everyone has their limits, and I am pretty sure mine has been exceeded today.
My Facebook friends list has been so thoroughly and systematically cleaned out they may force me to shut it down for lack of friends😉
Do you let it get the best of you, or you just say what needs to be said, and sleep better at night?
…and when you do it to yourself, should you really be complaining about it?
Yes, I did it to myself, and I am still going to complain about it.
Sorry; it is what I do…
So to avoid doing my homework for my college class. I did this:
And then I came home and did my homework.
And checked my 9th graders homeschooling homework.
And set her assignments for tomorrow.
And cooked dinner. And moved some laundry. And checked my blogs. And maybe cried a little…
I could get rid of my college classes, but I want to go further with my company.
I could force my 14 year old to go to public school, but it didn’t work before.
I could give up teaching the youth group at church on Wednesdays, but they depend on me. And I depend on them. To make me laugh, and learn with them.
So what do you give up when it seems like it is too much?
… I am sitting in my church, contemplating many things while waiting for the service to begin.
Mostly how I can make the most of this Easter season, give to others, and be a good example to my girls.
Easter is my favorite time of year, and I want to enjoy every single minute of this wonderful time of year.
Do you do anything special during the Easter season to celebrate and honor Jesus? I would love to hear about it!
…or fighting your kids.
At some point, you have to pick a side.
I side with my children.
Did I want her to go to public school for her high school years, and nail it???
You have NO idea.
But here I sit; homeschooling again.
So now the battle is:
What do you want to be when you grow up? Because you CANNOT live with me forever! Let’s focus on what you like, and study that.
It is never ending.
My just-turned-18-year-old looked offended when I told her Friday…”You graduate in 112 days; and move out in 115.”
Yes; I am that parent.
No; I do not apologize for it.
Raising 4 daughters for the last 24 years being nothing more than a single parent…Dr appointments, school conferences, band concerts, middle-of-the-night not making it to the bathroom vomit sessions, PMS that would kill the Pope….
Yep; move it on, and move it out…
I love you, and I support you, but you gotta go…
…being OCD, and always needing a schedule; I am throwing it all out the window.
I choose to embrace my daughter, and her quirks.
And we are having fun. And she is learning.
… yes, I normally do. If there is some reading that needs to be done, or videos to be watched, I still have my homeschooler do some work.
Minimal? Yes. But she knows when it is just one day off for her sisters, she will have a couple small things to do for the day.
Am I mean and overbearing, or do you think this is no big deal?
Yep; it is going good.
I don’t press her, she doesn’t press me.
Is she learning what she needs to? Pretty much.
And am I as involved as I need to be? Pretty much.
Winging homeschooling is tough….especially when I ask…”What are your career goals?”
crickets…..
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