And it was the best decision I’ve ever made.
At first, I thought my fear of being judged for homeschooling was all in my head, but what happened in the grocery store recently confirmed that it wasn’t just my imagination.
How often did I lose my patience, forgetting that she needed me to be steadfast and reliable? How many times had I responded sharply or carelessly instead of making her feel heard and loved? Had I been a good mom more often than not?
The prospect of having four kids home with me, keeping up all my work hours, and facing the inevitable long, deathly hot days with kids who no longer nap is like something out of a nightmare. Here’s what I’m doing to survive.
Since then, my Instagram and Facebook feeds have been flooded with a barrage of picture-perfect posts from friends who are taking their kids on their own exquisite summer vacations. With every mindless scroll through my social media, I can feel myself awash in a wave of emotions.