It’s been a while. The last time you heard from me I think I was on one of my woman tangents about ovulation and baby makin’, then zilch for what? Two months or something? Blame it on all of the years watching my mom’s soap operas in the summers. I love a good cliff hanger. But sadly, I’m exactly where you left me, still tracking my monthly ovulation with fervor, still in fertility purgatory, constantly going back and forth with my feelings and thoughts, probably where I’ll be for the rest of my life…or at least until menopause.
Actually, you can blame the whole thing on Christmas. Christmas these days has a way of totally throwing life off track for many weeks. I think there was a time when I thought that having kids would bring back the joy and fun of Christmas. Now I realize: for them it’s magic. For me it’s shite. Because who’s the one making all that magic? Oh, yeah. It’s me. I’m the one up late trying to put together the toys so they’re user friendly on the big day, fighting with the spousal unit in whispered tones over who put the stupid allen wrench where and sweating out my credit card bill. Um, I’m sorry. Where the hell are Santa’s elves when you need them?
Enough Christmas bashing, though. I could go on and on though I do have, of course, many enjoyable memories from this holiday season. I’m not really the Grinch incarnated though I see his point.
The truth is I’ve been meaning to write a blog post for a while now but it just never seems to be a good time. I don’t need to go into the specifics of my life as a homeschooling parent, especially for any of you other homeschoolers out there, but basically my kids are always with me. It’s very tricky to finagle any time away from them and any time I do is usually spent in some degree of cleaning frenzy or trying desperately to take steps forward with our homeschooling “curriculum”. Basically, reading, gathering resources, trying to make connections with people, organizations and groups, and fill up our weeks with interesting, budget friendly (a.k.a. FREE) stuff. I can tell you that it’s a fun but daunting job and the worst part about it, that I think will probably be a constant struggle, is the self doubt and grappling with the lack of validation from society (which you’d think I’d be used to by now), especially with articles like this floating around. (It’s a damn shame that a small percentage of the homeschooling population that uses the guise of “homeschooling” to cover up abuse and neglect can affect the public’s view of homeschooling so profoundly. The reality is that no matter at home or within trusted organizations (the Catholic church comes to mind or this recent case that’s been hitting way too close to home lately) abuses of power and misuse of people, children being the most vulnerable, happens in our society. If we want to help the problem, I think we should ask ourselves how our greater society perpetuates this abusive mentality.
Whew. Heavy stuff. Good food for thought though. As much as I despise the news sometimes, it’s important to address societal issues and not walk around with blinders on. A more objective view of reality is, in my opinion, severely underrated.
On to less intense subjects such as Lego club. Have you been to a Lego club? Great things. Usually sponsored by libraries, Lego clubs are held once a month or so for a couple hours where you can come and just build…to your hearts’ content. Considering how expensive Legos are, if you have a son or daughter clambering for these little plastic building blocks of desire, Lego clubs are awesome. The best part besides your saved pocket money? You’re not constantly stepping on them or having to clean them up in your own home. Cha-ching. We went to our first one yesterday and it was great. Not just for the aforementioned reasons but it was also cool to be around other Lego fanatics and to see what all other kids could come up with and create.
Well, I’m gonna end this now. The kids are mutinying. Hopefully I will be able to write more soon and it won’t be another two months before another blog post.