For a long time I felt a bit low and a bit lost. Some where between trying to be everything I felt very much like not-much at-all, and I realised I wasn't able to share this bit of my mama journey, the will to write shrivelled and vanished . But now I'm not so lost and not so low, so....Hello! So, part of not being lost is having a plan. And the plan involves many years of study! I started in January. It's all online - so I can run back and forth between my seminar/class and demanding my sproglets eat their dinner; I can read in the morning before they are needing breakfast and lunches made. I can study on the weekend when the other half is around. I am stretched, I am challenged and I feel sooooo much better for it. But it comes at a sacrifice. A sacrifice for me, for the other half, for our family income and for Chops and Moo. I'm working less, I'm earning less. I'm losing a weekend day of my family. My time away from my family is filled, the protests and ...
Oversharing is my form of caring