opposites

 

life is filled with them. dangerous. safe. alive. dead. beautiful. ugly. clean. dirty. finished. un-finished.

i guess how one sees things really depends on your own standards and values.

this week is absolutely opposite of last week.

we are supposed to be in recovery mode around here. you know that place where you strive to restore order. getting everyone to bed on time again. no more lazy mornings or being lax with the laundry. and definitely no more hot chocolate and cookies for breakfast.

but it hasn’t quite sunk into the children’s heads that vacation is over.

sometimes i think homeschooling is a permanent vacation.

especially since my big boys will be leaving in 3 days to this spot again therefore crushing my hopes of a return to “normal” anytime soon.

but then again what is normal anyway? i’ve yet to figure it out when it comes to homeschooling. and even my own life.

and when the opposite of normal would be abnormal, i wouldn’t really want to say that about our family.

i am currently reading this book right now which as a mother of three boys i probably should’ve read long ago. but i have to give myself a little credit. i am not a terrible boy mama. but there is always room for improvement.

and so i guess one of my main priorities right now is getting this house into some semblance of order so that i can do just that.

after all boys do make an awful lot of dirty laundry when they are out doing boy things. and then there is the issue of feeding them. but that’s a whole ‘nother post!

i’d really like to share some snippets of other things but i am slowly de-caffeineating. black tea instead of coffee. it doesn’t quite have the same effect. my body is so exhausted from i don’t know what.

order doesn’t happen all at once. i am breathing that concept in.

God didn’t even create the world in one day.

i want to just take it one day at a time.

which is the opposite of freaking out.

which is what i really feel like doing.

i will write myself into well being….

am i using “i” too much? my grandmother told me a funny story today about when she worked for the peace corps. she said that they rejected applications based on the applicants usage of the word “i”. if they used it too many times they were deemed unworthy.

so please forgive me if i have.

used i too much.

blogs can be so self-centered.