We all have different social circles where we function, consisting of different groups of friends and different focuses and different viewpoints. I realize there are very few of my social circles where I am not the odd one... whether for our family size, educational choices, views on parenting, you name it. Usually, I am OK with my perceived weirdness and it wouldn't be a stretch to say that in many ways I both embrace and cultivate it. But, sometimes it gets tiring. It gets tiring to be the lone voice for a particular viewpoint. It gets tiring to always have one's differences pointed out. It gets tiring to advocate for making choices that are out of the mainstream when no one even perceives there are choices to be made. It gets tiring to be the freak.
In case you haven't figured out my trick to keeping up a blog with so many children at home, I do it by writing posts ahead of time. So, while you're reading this on the 5th, I am actually writing it the night before. And I know that as well as being emotionally tired, I am also physically tired, which contributes to my pessimistic mood. I know that after a good night's sleep (I hope... on the sleep part) that I will be refreshed and ready to get back on my steed and point my lance at unsuspecting windmills. But tonight, for a little while longer, I will wonder if my efforts are worth it.