Most of you know that I’m writing a book.
I am thrilled that perhaps this will legitimize my ideas or suggestions for people that know me in a smaller way.
Just a complaining parent
Just a blogger
Just a teacher
Just a homeschooling mother
I hope that the book helps to educate those who have a responsibility to know more, do more, for our atypical students.
The vindictive side of me wants to purchase several copies and send them to my son’s previous school. Just now, as I wrote those words, I imagine myself in a black and white scene, twirling my mustache and cackling near the train tracks. Silly imagination or perhaps just exhaustion.
I am so excited about all that writing a book like this means, but it makes me wonder.
I wonder if other authors write “how to” books and then forget to take their own advice. Does the dietician ever fall off the wagon and gorge on pizza?
I wonder if Deepak Chopra ever gets really pissed off instead of meditating.
I wonder if parenting “experts” ever feel like frauds.
Today was a harder day. It didn’t start out that way but it ended up chaotic and tiring. Thankfully, apologies and forgiveness already began and I expect tomorrow will be better, but it makes it hard to write about the good for others to use or learn from.
I will say that recovery time is shorter now (actually by a lot) even when there are sticking points. Hopefully, that’s because of some of the strategies from the upcoming book.