Should I Go to New York and Other Guilt
Summer’s upon us.
And I’m running scared.
It’s not that I lament my children will be home with me twenty-four hours per day for the next several months. I did homeschool them for a few years, so I am used to having them around.
It’s just that “last-few-weeks-of-school” frenzy has me crazed, and has disrupted Edward to the point that I’m considering pulling him out of school. Yet since there are only two weeks left, that makes little since.
Right?
Plus I am supposed to got to New York during the last week of school so why would I blow that?
Why would I?
For the past four years I have gone to New York with my best high school and college friend to work a stationery trade show with her. It is desperately hard work, but amazingly fun, and many times I believe this trip has saved my sanity and potentially my marriage.
(Yes, I know I’m overly dramatic, but I’m serious about the sanity part.)
Ok, B just walked in here, saw the title of the post, and told me I should go to New York.
I am just seeing poor Edward melt down in the wake of disrupted schedules, class parties and field days. He simply cannot handle a schedule that switches Social Studies with Art and eliminates Math. Throw in a Third Grade talent show that he is not able to participate in because he is in Second Grade, and I don’t know what will happen!
Do I think that I am the only person who can help him traverse these schedule-trashed waters? Do I think that only I can make sure he is safe, well-fed and has enough books?
Can I go on this trip without crushing guilt?
Am I harboring unhealthy angst because he fell off the trampoline while I was in plain sight?
What is wrong with me?
Jen.
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