I guess its as good a post title as any.

Who am I?

I’m a fat, middle-aged, home schooling mom trying to keep up with her four year old. Yes, I refer to myself in the third person. It’s an occupational hazard of motherhood (eg., “Mommy’s in the shower, you’ll have to wait, “For the FIFTH time, Mommy’s folding the laundry, she’ll get your milk in a minute”, “Mommy’s bleeding from the ears, you can get up off the couch and put your own cup on the table”).

What else? I’m a New Yorker living in Hoboken, New Jersey. I’m a neo-pagan. I’m a former mental health professional. I’m a Jew. I’m a stepmom. And those are just the things I’m willing to admit to on the internet. I have too many things I want to do and not enough focus on doing them.

What does all that mean? It means I have dishes in the sink, dinner in the crockpot, paintbrushes on the counter, laundry on the floor, and caller ID. I keep waiting for home schooling to get easier. I keep thinking that if I just found the right curriculum, the right organizer, it would all snap into place. But I suspect that home schooling is going to be what I do while I am figuring out how to home school.

Some days I think I don’t have the faintest idea what I am doing. I guess that means I get to invent it as I go along.