I am about to state that I am sick of home-edding, fed up to the back teeth of it. Home-edding has become a sacred cow that you are not supposed to get fed up with. After three years of busting my gut, and virtually shouldering every aspect on my own I am finished both emotionally and physically. The home-ed social scene round here is dire they struggle to meet once a week. We often just spend afternoons on our own. I am sick of the lack of respect from, husband, government and society at large. I do not earn money so therefore do not have the right to breath air according to some.
Vent over