Because life wasn't busy enough or because I temporarily lost my mind. Or because maybe I was too busy to notice the extra child hanging around, I took a job.
Now for me, this is a perfect job. I am paid - actual MONEY - to home school a child at home. A child that goes away and I am not responsible for feeding, clothing or putting to bed. On the surface this seems like a great scenario. I can work from home. I can help a child. I can feel useful. I can earn some money to pay for my children's hobbies that are startlingly expensive.
The reality is that it is alot more work than I expected. Combine a learning resistant child who is at least two or more grade levels behind, a compressed school day which requires we achieve a large amount of work during that most favorite time of the day formerly known as JEN'S COMPUTER TIME but publicly known as Nap Time and I am more stressed out and busier than I thought possible.
But it is good. I think. Maybe?
I have a million bloggable thoughts swirling around in my head. On openness, on disappearing biological parents, on trying to maintain a positive yet honest relationship with a biological parent who is actively addicted, on explaining adoption and family to a 2.5 year old, on parenting teenagers, on why people who adopt a special needs toddler shouldn't be surprised when that toddler grows up to be a special needs teenager, myself included. And on that note how to find and maintain sanity for mothers.
And I have exactly 4 minutes from the time I finish home school and Jayde wakes up. Did I mention that time change was just a sad and hopeless excuse for Jayde to sleep less? LESS. You don't even want to know.
But I am going to tell you anyways cause I enjoy sharing the pain.
This is Jayde. She is 20 months old and a bundle of energy. Her attention span is 10 seconds. No, that is not an exaggeration.
Here is Jayde pretending to take a nap.