For someone who alway imagined herself forever living in Austin, Texas, I sure have moved a lot. Nine times in the last 11 years. This summer made it three years in a row and if you’ve ever moved with little ones in tow then you know the insanity that comes with trying to get situated, unpacked, keep the routine going. Add to that the demands of homeschooling and sending the boys to be taught by someone else for seven hours a day while I attempt to reorganize my life sounds pretty appealing right now.
It’s a struggle. I won’t lie. Some days instead of heading outside for a bike ride, I let the boys watch some extra TV while I organize a closet or unpack another box. Some nights instead of reading ahead of Max in Life of Fred, I scroll aimlessly through Facebook…okay, that’s most nights, but you get my point. Sometimes, life just messes with your plans, and that's okay. The beauty of homeschooling is its flexibility. You can adjust to your family's needs at that point in time. There are no absences to justify to attendance secretaries or panic attacks over the project your kid just told you is due tomorrow.
This is a phase. You’ve been here before. I’m here now. Someone else will be here next month. So let’s just agree to not be too hard on ourselves. We’re all just trying to find our way through the day.