I made the mistake of reading through some of my blog posts, and I feel I really should tell you that the reality of my life is that everything is not perfect ALL of the time. There I said it.
The truth is that I am not only hyperactive (how is that for a complete reverse from the complaints of most homeschooling moms?), but I am also quite easily distracted. My children think this is hilarious. There’s nothing like announcing “look there’s a duck” and watching Mommy completely forget what she was just doing and/or talking about. On a good (for them, bad for me) day they can actually make me forget what I was doing on my way to the bathroom! How absent-minded do you have to be to forget you needed to use the bathroom? For the record, I usually remember things pretty quickly and my children HAVE learned that using this method of getting out of their school work too often stops being funny when it starts getting them into trouble.
I’m also a wee bit accident prone. It isn’t that I’m particularly prone to injuring myself, mind you (although that is sometimes the case). Rather it is more the case that I am prone to having really odd and embarrassing things happen all around me. I may start out to do something really simple and innocent (like buying some inexpensive manipulatives for my son’s kindergarten class) having taken every precaution I can think of (And I tend to think of more than the average person. Just ask poor Eaglewood!) only to have something utterly inexplicable (like ripping my pants from the waistband to the thigh on a loose bolt) happen to me. Why is it that these things never happen to younger cooler moms, anyway? THEY could get away with it! Just in case my folks are reading this, I would like to point out that I was, indeed, wearing clean underwear at the time. You may also be interested in knowing that my son suffered no long-term trauma and is quite gifted in math in spite of lack of coolness. 
Hyperactivity has also NOT turned out to be a blessing even though I have four sons. People are always telling me to slow down! I DO try! Really! I just cannot seem to slow down and stay slowed down. :p I squirm when I try to sit still for too long. This makes taking a picture of me really difficult for even the most dedicated and patient photographers. I can absolutely drive my husband and children crazy when they are taking pictures. I cannot even blame my squirminess on sugar since I don’t eat the stuff. I’m allergic to it, and the itchiness it causes actually makes me MUCH squirmier (Is squirmier a real word?). My husband tells me, and my sis-in-law has confirmed, that I make faces when I try to eat sweet stuff. Weird, huh?
Yep, I’m a freak. I even have SID as proof.
And, just in case reading this lengthy confession has made you wonder…
This is me in all of my wind-blown, squirmy, squinting, uncooperative (un)glory! I cannot post a better picture of me because there ISN’T one! People tried to take them, but I squirmed and made faces and they all turned out weird. :p
Soooo… Now you know my deep dark bloggy secret… What makes YOU unique?
You Are Animal
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