I am not going to lie, I am feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Just when I think I have some of my anxiety issues under control I get thrown a few curve balls that lead me back to using medication to cope. I hate it. Even though I see nothing wrong with using medication, I wish I could manage the anxiety attacks without it.
There is so much going on with the kids now that we are in full swing homeschooling. I have one child about to exit high school. OMG – I can hardly get over that. I have another that is wanting to go to traditional high school and he needs two strong years of prep before that. And now I have two little girls who need to learn to read, and be on track to go to school too. Yes, you read that correctly. SCHOOL. Traditional school. Which means that we will be moving out of this county at the very least if not this state.
Last week was full of “WOW” and “O Shit”. Katie needs a lot of reading intervention and additional therapies, throw in her tenacity and strong personality and it will probably be best that once she is caught up she go into a traditional school setting without me teaching her. *I* kind of always had the idea that the younger girls would likely go to traditional school down the road – I had it in my head that this would be high school but it will more than likely be sooner than that. It is not that I am sad over this or disappointed, it is just that I see a very busy two years ahead and I hope that I have the stamina to keep it up.
This past week kicked my ass. I felt like I had no time for myself and little time for Mr. K. Both which are important. I am hoping once we get used to this new schedule of co-op classes and extra curricular activities with additional school helps thrown into the mix that I can schedule this time without it falling at the end of the day when I am so mentally and physically exhausted I just turn into mush.
O, and did I mention I am doing some custom sewing projects too.
I am sure that by the end of the month I will be in the grips of this new schedule and managing better. I just wish I could do it without the anxiety. My plate is full and hopefully I haven’t bit off more than I can chew.