Overwhelmed

My posts have had an unusually optimistic cast lately (or maybe it's just optimistic relative to my usual outlook). Today, you're in for a real treat. I am going to let it all hang out, because quite frankly, I am too discouraged to care what anyone thinks. You may have noticed that I went from posting daily to not posting at all. I flubbed up NaBloPoMo in March and was fully intending to do April, but didn't think about it until April 2nd. After that, I gave up for a while.

It's weird how my posting habits tend to reflect everything else in my life. I haven't lost any weight since the last post, and I am starting to think that I won't lose any more, either. The working, housekeeping, and chasing after the kids is becoming too much. I don't understand how. I only average 13 hours per week, and I'm a miserable failure at housekeeping, so what is consuming all this time? (Don't say blogging. That takes maybe 15 minutes a day when I do it regularly, and I'm usually nursing at the keyboard.) Some women work full time and still hold it together. Could it be because their kids are at daycare and not home trashing the house all day? I don't know, but I'll hold on to that as my excuse.

I've given up on ever having anything nice. I don't have expensive tastes--by nice I mean neat, visually pleasing, and well-maintained. Nope. Not for me. I am destined to live in a dump because neither my kids nor my husband respect me, and I'm the only one who cares about how things look.

And what about homeschooling? As it stands, other homeschoolers will hate me because my kids will be some of the few who actually reinforce the "unsocialized" stereotype. How the heck are we supposed to network if we can't have anyone over?

My rant is over. Time to go finish Nate's birthday cupcakes.