Yes, it's one of those days. My husband could probably get to the root of why but nonetheless, it's upon us. The day that I ask myself through tears and clenched fists- why am I homeschooling again? And it's really not so much the school part. Math was done with very little complaint and quickly I might add. All subjects were checked off and books were put away. So that element actually was pretty good. Today the problem lies deeper. I'm feeling like I can't get a breath. Like winter will never end. Like the sun might have forgotten Washington altogether. Homeschooling means being together all day long. All week long. The weekend, too. I'm not embarrassed to say it- homeschool is hard. It's especially hard today. Pray for me that we make it to Tuesday.
Before I could even publish this post, the day got brighter. Some robins played right outside the window and we all noticed. (Spring might come here afterall). My dear friend Miriam called to tell me an amazing story about Padre Pio. Our little neighbor came by for thirty minutes and played with all three kids. And now Joey is taking a nap. I think we just might make it to Tuesday!