We eat out too much. I freely admit to that – and I also know why. I’m frequently drained and the idea of someone else fixing 5 different meals at the same time for my family is enticing. Still, eating out is way more complicated than it should be, thanks to Sensory Processing Disorder.
People truly don’t understand sensory issues. They see a picky kid and assume that it’s a parenting issue. “Just make him eat it,” they urge. “If he gets hungry enough he’ll eat.” I’ve heard it all, and I smile and nod and ignore them. If I try to make my kids eat something they’ll puke. And they’ll cheerfully starve themselves to avoid a problem food.
I stared at a flat thin line tonight and wanted to give up. It’s just a little blue line, but it was a symbol of all the things that have gone wrong this month. It meant starting over, failure, and a profound sense of loss.
That line is on my dashboard for Teachers Pay Teachers. My sales were never impressive, and in the cut-throat world of sellers willing to quit teaching jobs and devote hours to creating and marketing, I was a tiny fish in a sea of options. Still, I made a tidy lump of sales that made me happy. I contributed to the family financially, and sales were growing.
In the last month, everything that I’ve worked toward with this blog and my educational products crashed in a big way. I made the hard decision to pull my products from the SEA Homeschoolers online store despite wanting to support them. I killed my Teachers Pay Teachers store, leaving only 1 lonely freebie as a place holder. And worst of all, the rock of my blogging world collapsed into a mess of loss and pain: Gifted Homeschoolers Forum went down in flames after the executive director stepped down.
It’s finally December. I whipped up a batch of sugar scrub, we put up the Christmas tree, and the kids are all excited and happily counting down on their Aldi chocolate advent calendar. 21 days until Christmas!
I caught myself thinking “I’ll make a batch of fudge!” What is WRONG with me!?
Warning: this post contains profanity. Because after the week I’ve had, it’s appropriate. Please don’t read if profanity offends you.
This week, guys … this week has been the week from hell. Small pockets of sanity interspersed with much longer moments of sheer panic, gritty anger, and so much frustration that I’m surprised the top of my head hasn’t blown off from all the steam.
Add in a heaping dollop of sexism and that makes for a lovely experience all around.
I joke sometimes that we’re homeschooling ambassadors simply by choosing to homeschool. That can be a positive or a negative, depending on if you enjoy being under a spotlight all the time. I don’t.
Today we unexpectedly had a repair tech come to the house and spend way more time than any of us expected, and he got a good glimpse into our homeschooling life. I have no idea what he thought about it. I have a sneaking suspicion that he was probably somewhere between being appalled and strangling laughter before it erupted.