The new year is starting out very well. I feel I have a good grasp on homeschooling eighth grade. We are now in our eighth year. I think homeschooling into high school won’t be a challenge. The challenge is to get my now 14-year-old son to think about something other than playing Minecraft on the computer. I shouldn’t be discouraged, he does well, he volunteers at the local science museum and humane society once a week. He’s really a good kid. People ask me all the time, “What is he going to do about college? Will you homeschool college?” I reply with, “Homeschool college? Are you crazy? No, I won’t homeschool college. Did you think about college in eighth grade? Good grief! Let the boy enjoy his middle school and high school years. There will be time for college. I never thought about college until my senior year of high school!” Okay, maybe I don’t say all of that, but I sure do think it, and then some–
My birthday was a couple of days ago. I turned forty-two years old. Yeah, that’s right–I’m forty-two years old. I know, I can’t believe it either! I am not going to question this unexplainable youthful feeling I have. Maybe it’s from yoga. Wherever it comes from, I embraced it and I ordered a pair of orchid Converse Chucks. They look like this.
Why do I feel the need to define my “youth” by wearing some Chucks? I don’t really know. Maybe because it’s fun. Maybe I’m in denial about getting older. The truth is, I’ll probably look ridiculous, but I don’t care. I do have my limits. There will never be any skinny jeans in my wardrobe. I draw the line there.
Some of my friends and family say I don’t look forty-two, I certainly don’t act forty-two. How does a forty-two year old mom act? Does she listen to Dinosaur Jr? Religiously? I doubt it. I’m still obsessed with J Mascis. There–I said it. No worries, my husband knows all about it. He isn’t jealous. He thinks it’s kind of funny. He knows how I am and accepts me. I know I’m not like any other forty-ish year old moms I know. My husband knows it, too.
Here in North Carolina, one would think it was already spring. Last winter was mild, and this winter is feeling about the same. In fact, the warmer temperatures have allowed some trees to bloom early.
There was a small amount of snowfall in our area a couple of days ago. The blanket of snow was nice to see on my birthday. Wish I could have seen this tree with snow on its blooms.
There isn’t much else to tell, other than I can say I am in a much better place than I was a year ago. This time last year was horrible for me, and I never want to experience what I experienced ever again. Depression. Confusion. Anxiety that crippled me for weeks on end. If you have ever felt real anxiety, you know how awful and scary it feels. That tightness in your chest, the dreadful unhappiness, loss of appetite, and insomnia. I lived on supplements like passion-flower during the day and valerian root at night to ease the symptoms of anxiety. It helped only a little. I couldn’t focus on homeschooling, chores, my home, or my life. I disappeared from blogging for a while and tried to get myself together. I wanted to disappear all together, but I hung in there. It took me several months, but I finally did it. With that said, I’ll share a video of Dinosaur Jr., of course. J’s acoustical version in the studio is awesome!
But if you want to rock it out, listen to the original version:
Enough of my rambling. I’m just
glad happy to be me again. Thanks for reading my blog. :-)