Lately I’ve been struggling a bit. Struggling to write. Struggling to accomplish things I want to get done. Just struggling.
Where I live, the weather gets darker this time of year, and the rains begin. Some years, the rains don’t really settle in until some time in November. But they’ve arrived and it’s only the first week of October. From here until next spring we will see less and less sun and light. (I could never make it in Alaska).
My son has been struggling a bit lately as well, which makes my burden all that much heavier. In general, he’s doing ok (better than he was late last winter), but this week specifically has had more tough times.
I know this will pass.
Having my son home full-time is still something I’m adjusting to. I used to think that I could simply make a schedule where we would get up, spend X amount of hours doing “school work” and that I would create a time for me to write (while my son socializes with his buddies online). There would be a regular schedule of getting the house cleaned, and we would have plenty of days out doing an assortment of activities, from meeting up with other homeschoolers, to having our own field trips, possibly going on hikes or bike rides, to getting the grocery and other shopping done.
Life hasn’t looked like that at all. There is no regular schedule of anything other than meeting with the kiddo’s teacher once a week. Lately, when I’ve wanted to pursue some academic subjects, I’ve been met with my son’s anxiety and meltdowns. My own get up and go, got up and went. Feels like winter blues hit me with a blast of arctic air.
I have photos to share from our adventures in September, and as soon as I’m able, I’ll get a post or two written about our trips to the coasts: one to the Atlantic, and one to the Pacific. And, as soon as I can get Little Man to do some writing, I’ll share the blog I created for him to show off his own photography skills (drone aerial photography and GoPro footage), and for him to have writing practice.
In the meanwhile, life goes on.