A Life On Hold

It feels like forever since I was posting on here. But that is what happens when you are flailing through life. These days, I'm constantly tugged one way or another. 

 

I have teenage boys that I need to get through their final high school lessons. They are struggling with the Algebra. Moms nemesis in school subjects. So we have a lot of days of failed tests and "I hate my life" speeches that I have to listen to. 

I have two girls who are only 4 years apart and yet may as well be 10 years in difference some days. They are constantly getting on each others nerves. 

And then there is the husband. In the south we have a term... God bless his poor little heart! He is generally patient. But even his patience seems to have dwindled since the high school saga began. Can't tell you how many days I have felt as though I'm walking this path alone. House full of people, but only one me to keep the balance. Gets tiring. Must be showing. I had a lady at church tell me she thought she needed to take me out of the house for a while. 

We don't do school on Fridays. Why? Because when else am I going to catch up on housework, bake for the weekend, and reset my brain to 'social' mode? Monday to Thursdays, I'm not a very social person. I'm holding on to that thin thread of sanity while trying not to decide if all 4 kids need to survive to adulthood. *Edit - NO, I'm not considering which kids to sacrifice to maintain my sanity. It was meant as a joke. Watch Jeff Allen and Tim Hawkins sometimes, people.* On Fridays, we sometimes go to Bible study (been missing a lot of those lately). I have to get myself psyched up to smile and chat and answer all the questions I can otherwise avoid. On Saturdays, I can get errands done. My husband will take me to any of the places we can't get to during the week, but he has this weird thing about being home and done by 3PM. I feel like Saturday is a race. How quickly can I run through stores and find what I'm looking for? Can I be done before he checks the time on his phone, or makes the motion of looking at the invisible watch on his wrist? Then comes Sunday. We have church in the morning, and unless it is an absolute NEED, we don't go out any more. 

This is where my husband shares his concerns that I'm at home too much. And it makes me crazy. See above and insert *I wonder why...* to the thought train.

All this to say, my crafting and my blogging have taken to the very back of the bus. Unless I'm working on a review that requires a blogged bit, there is a good chance you won't see very many posts popping up in your feed until life reaches a more.... balanced era. So if you like what you see, savor each one while you can. 

Until next time!