There is hope. . .

This series of posts may cover a lot of topics, but my mind and heart have definitely been on a journey for a few months.  In order to catch you up, I think it's easiest if I start from the beginning! In January we moved about 10 minutes down the road from a house and neighborhood that we loved.  I will catch you up on those details with an entirely different blog post, because it's a great story. We moved right after Christmas break, and then the snow hit.  The kids were home for 10 days--it was nice to not have to get up early and pack lunches, but it also put a dent in my getting settled.  Throw in multiple battles with lice for one child (which means doing a knit comb daily and tons of laundry and vacuuming) I literally would stare at my messy kitchen while I spent two hours combing through her hair.  Then it was 10:00pm, and I just wanted to go to bed.  Let's just say by mid-February I was starting to feel a bit crazy from being overwhelmed. Somewher...

I kind of like Mondays.  I feel like it gives me a chance to piece the house back together after a weekend.  No, I don't like the alarm going off at 5:50am, but once we get the girls to school by 7:15, I can get in a cup of coffee in between doing dishes and getting my 2-year-old his breakfast.  Then around lunchtime I catch up on sermons from the weekend while I work around the house.  (Elevation church and Andy Stanley). But today I realize I only have 4 Mondays left.  Not just because summer is around the corner but because I have decided to Home School next year.  Yes I capitalized it, because it's a pretty big deal. I'm sure we will establish a new Monday routine, but it's definitely going to take some getting used to!  I am excited about this change for our family--perhaps the most excited about really connecting with my girls who will be in Second and Fourth grades next year.  I do realize it will be a change for me to get used to having ...