The Monday funk has found its way to Tuesday

The Monday funk has found its way to Tuesday.   Yes it has.

That is probably quite inaccurate.  The funk has found me.  The funk has owned me for what seems like months.  At first I thought it was frustration over politics, but we won.  The funk has not left.   Damn funk.

Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped between two worlds.  The mainstream world of public school and two-income families and the crunchy, hippie world of free spiritedness and permissiveness.  Or between radical unschooling and hardcore sit at the table homeschooling.  In our home we have found our niche.  But I haven't found it in my personal life at all.

I tried to tell myself that I don't need to have a "personal  life".  I have a great family life.  But I do need someone to talk to.  Someone who understands when I'm having a bad day.  Or a good day.  My husband is great and he does fit that bill, but he also works 80+ hours a week. 

Maybe that is why this funk is still here.  I need a friend to chase it away.  Damn it.  I guess I should make up the guest bedroom-  the funk may be becoming part of the family.