Busy? Uninspired? Evolving? Instagramming? I've been doing all of the above.
Busy making the time go fast while military man is deployed.
Too uninspired to create since the death of my grandmother. Being at the side of a loved one as they take their last breath forces you to change.
Evolving into the person who is looked upon for answers and to solve problems.
Instagram-ing because it's just easy and fun.
Oh, and the biggest news of all. I'm homeschooling. This was a big step for us. Don't think we came to this decision lightly or on a whim. It was a long time coming. I had been contemplating it for a few years but MM would always persuade me not to do it. He would always convinced me that I needed me time. Truth be known, I stink at me time. Other things always got in the way.
I taught high school many years ago and if you don't mind me saying, I was pretty darn good at teaching. There's a small part of me that missed it. However, I never thought I would ever teach again after having my first. I didn't think I had the patience for it. But what I didn't have the patience for was the type of parent I had become. The one that would dread waking the kids up because of the screams it would produce just to get ready in the morning. The one that would dread afternoon activities because of the three different dismissal times and rush hour traffic. The one that would witness melt-downs on a daily basis. My poor kids were stressed over with their school environment, their schedules and their dad's deployment to the point that they were constantly breaking down over the littlest of things. My conscious was telling me something drastic had to be done. Nothing was working. I tried earlier bedtimes, planning better for afternoon activities. The tantrums never seized. Not what you were expecting from someone who moved to Hawaii, huh?
The truth is that living in Hawaii is not about sipping mai-tai's and hip shaking. People live their lives just as they do on the mainland. We fight traffic, meet deadlines and shuffle kids around. Paradise? Not always. The weather is nice but who cares if the sun is shining when the kids are having break downs everyday, once, twice and three times a day? Not me. We barely made it to a beach or enjoy our new home because of daily commitments. So, I finally put my foot down and told my husband that I will be homeschooling. He was reluctant at first but when he noticed a change for the better in all of us, he left for his deployment secure in our decision to make the change. We are on our third week. The kids have become the wonderful children that I have been told they are by previous teachers. There are a lot more please and thanks used and heard. The melt-downs have dropped to less that one a day. We're a few steps closer to paradise.