A comment was made on my blog that I should stop trying to be Super Woman and be human. That person is so right- but easier said than done. I have always been a people pleaser, and that includes my children so I do everything I can to keep them happy- even if it means overindulging them from time to time (fine line so they aren’t spoiled). With my family- I go to every function I’m expected to even if it means I have to rearrange my day. I am also a perfectionist and a worrier.
Perfectionism and worrier DO NOT go well with homeschooling. There is the constant wonder if you’ve chosen the right curriculum if you’re doing the right things if you’re teaching them with they need to know if you’re doing it the right way if there is a right way if they should even be homeschooled with they get more out of public school but then if they went to public school with their issues they be labeled behavior problems or be in special ed and I saw how that went with my son I still have PTSD from it and what will they come in contact with that schools for his germs and that would really trigger my OCD and what will they come in contact with regards to bullying? That was a huge run-on sentence my grammar teacher would slap my hand but I’m using speech to text because I’m having some difficulty with my right hand being sore from surgery.
I constantly second-guess myself with every decision I make and sometimes I’m so paralyzed I can’t make a decision and those are the days of the retreat and my home and sleep which is setting a poor example for my children which is another reason for them not to be here insert Long sigh here.
My father is mostly to blame for all this he expected perfection and when he got anything less there were consequences. And now I haven’t talk to him for at least for five days so I heard from the grapevine he still in the hospital and I should call him but now I’m scared that he’s going to Yellit me for not calling him. Scared. Me, and almost 40-year-old woman afraid of 110 pound man that’s dying. How does he still have such a hold on me even all these years later.
I’m really having a day where I having an urge to scratch usually it’s brought on by an event or an argument or something like that but today I just want to scratch and scratch and scratch and scratch I don’t know if I’ll make it through the day and not scratching or not but it’s how I feel I guess that’s it for today.
until next time