We’re not going for it. Not now anyway.
I will fully admit that I’m so exhausted by parenting right now that the contemplation of the work involved to pull this off knocks me flat.
I have big crying jags probably 2-3 times per week and that’s just with regular old parenting a challenging child stuff.
The thought of all of the logistics… It is too much. I don’t think I could cope. And there is a real risk that world-upside down disruption could set my challenging son back. He is currently in a mainstream public school with lots of supports. I have developed a very close relationship with all of the people in his life (therapists, teachers, psychologists) and – after everyone beseeched me – I got myself a therapist too. You might call our set-up a “mental ICU” for our family. We would leave at our own risk. If it were just my husband and myself and our younger son – it would be the adventure of a lifetime. I’d be so game. But we got dealt a different hand and there is less room for maneuver. I think I was just fantasizing that if we moved we would leave our troubles behind. It’s a natural fantasy but it remains a fantasy.