YES!!!!!
I think I am sick of them. They are sick of me. They are sick of each other. We need a break from each other.
Tomorrow I am going to an open house for a private school. I hope it goes well because sending them away for 6 hours a day, 4 days a week is sounding more and more appealing every day. I always promised myself that if I didn't think I could hack it with them or if I felt they were getting short-changed then I would not hesitate to put them in school. The time has come. I yell at them all the time and I have an incredibly short fuse. They don't even listen to me because I am always yapping at them. I wouldn't listen to me either. So, I really can't blame them. Plus there are just way too many hours in a day, if you ask me. Also, Rinar travels a lot now with his job so I am really with them all the time.
With that said, I think I could probably still handle it just fine. However, throw an adorable little baby into the mix and I am a mess, plain and simple.
(My husband just saw this blog and he rolled his eyes at me!)
I am kind of hoping that with a good two year break or so, I might be re-energized to homeschool them again. Then again, I might like it so much that I will never go back. Who can really say?
Is there anything you want to confess?
Contrary to popular belief (hahaha), I don't have it all together, I can be a really mean person (which I absolutely despise about myself), and sometimes I really want to kill my kids.
But please give me some credit: I put my adorable kids into timeout and in a short span of 3 minutes (yes, I had a stopwatch and it was almost exactly 3 minutes), Zach was able to murder my adorable rooster that I had searched for for at least a year. Yep, it was on my end table looking all cute as anything and he was doing flips and knocked it over. So, Lindsay I can relate to the whole serving dish lid getting destroyed. Today I lost a special family member of the domesticated farm variety, and I didn't even get mad. I didn't blow my top, scream at him, nothing. I just said...
That was my favorite rooster.
