This week, my life changes. Forever.
Seems dramatic, I know, but the truth remains: This week marks the arrival of two major changes that will drastically affect my life every day for the next 10 to 20 years. The first is that my husband and I – for a variety of very good reasons – have decided to homeschool our almost 10-year-old daughter. I’m withdrawing her from public school today, and she will begin homeschooling tomorrow. The second is the arrival of our son.
If anyone had told me two or three years ago that I would be a homeschooling mother of two at 29, I would have told them they were crazy. If they had insisted that, further, I would be making two such drastic changes – birthing a new baby and beginning to homeschool – in the same week, I’m fairly certain I would have written them off as certifiable.
It’s funny what a year can do.
As a wife and mother, I am excited about these changes, and yet, as a woman who values her time alone, a full-time professional writer, and a migraineur, I’m concerned. I’m worried I won’t have enough time to sit, think, and read. I’m worried I won’t be able to begin (never mind, complete) my 2013 writing goals. And, I’m especially concerned that the added responsibilities, stresses, and disruptions inherent in having two children at home 24-hours per day, every day will wreak havoc on the careful truce I have managed to negotiate with my migraines.
For the past month of my pregnancy, my migraines have laid relatively dormant. I have a mild attack about once per week, but it’s always tolerable and it rarely lasts longer than 12 hours. For me, this is a dramatic reprieve – one I am hoping might continue past my delivery date on Friday. Knowing my triggers (namely: sleep changes, eating changes, lack of sleep, loud noises, and stress), though, it seems unlikely. And, so, the question remains: Am I completely nuts for attempting any of this, let alone all of this, right now?
I guess I’ll just have to tell you Monday.