24 Apr Excuses, excuses . . .
You know about my book. That’s the only thing I’ve been talking about, albeit infrequently, on this little blog of mine. Someday maybe I’ll discuss the emotional toll of watching my “first baby” find wings and go out into the world. At times it’s been fun! At others, not so much. It’s certainly a learning experience–and one that’s helping me grow.
But on to the more important things. In February we pulled Camilla out of her wonderful school because I am an insane mama and didn’t realize my philosophy on education until my firstborn was already off to Kindergarten and away from me for eight hours every. single. weekday. So, we’re homeschooling. For now. I like it. Today. Most days. But we’ve had our rough moments, too.
Those rough moments have been at least partially due to said insane mama’s pregnancy hormones.
Yes, you heard me. I’m twenty weeks. That’s halfway.
Do the math and you’ll find my due date is September 11.