So this morning started off just fine.  It was Dan's first day back at work and I decided to take the kids to the skate park in hopes it would be empty because public school had started back.  It was fine.  But what kind of person am I?  While siting crocheting watching the little ones play in the splash park a group of moms came.  They used the other half of my table and set up for a birthday party.  It was fine.  But then it just wasn't!  I was furious.  Mad that these moms had friends, mad that they were pregnant and looking forward to upcoming births, mad that they didn't have to homeschool and got to get out. And I was mad that they were younger and cuter than me.  I moved so they could have the whole table and sat in the sun.  And my whole mood just fell apart.  I yelled at the first kid who complained about something and as soon as no one was looking the tears came.  I wanted to go find my husband and scream, "I HATE HOMESCHOOLING! I HATE BEING A PRISONER IN MY OWN HOME." Like it's his fault.  What the heck is wrong with me?  I see young moms and I burst into tears?  Get a life and pull up the big girl panties.  You signed up for homeschooling.  Yes, it really, really stinks sometimes.  It is not some sort of Norman Rockwell painting with the kids snuggled around mama reading on the couch.  It's hard...it's exhausting and frankly...it's lonely.  But you weren't going to be 25 and pregnant with number 2 forever.  That's come and gone.