To take a little spin off of Mark Twain, the rumors of my level of organization have been greatly exaggerated.
As I look around our school room at the clutter and the book shelves overflowing with books, I sigh and think I’m WAY off the mark of being organized.
But having finished the third week of 1st grade, for me, homeschooling demands a great deal of organization—especially of time. In the last 5 years we finally carved our bedtime routine in stone. Up until the last 3 months the rest of our days were pretty much hit or miss. This summer turned out to be busier than expected with CGS on one day, adoration on another and Latin lesson on still another. All are good, but for someone who enjoys staying home and not running around, it was challenging.
When I started walking in the mornings, our morning routine took at turn for the better. Now the kids are dressed and we have breakfast at 8 a.m. sharp–provided they have put away the dishes. I have until 9 to do my house chores and then school begins.
In the last week, I’ve FINALLY fixed my daytime schedule to allow 2 hours of schooling in the morning and two hours in the afternoon except on Wednesday when the kids have CGS and I’ll have my holy hour.
Last week I had finally scheduled all our ministry work so Adam and/or I would be out only once a week. Then God decided to call us to something more. Adam (and maybe I) will be serving as catechists at our parish for the first of the two years of Sacramental preparation for Therese’s first communion. A lot of sweat, frustration and tears came out of that considering how much our faith is already part of our everyday life. And through a lot prayer and Holy Spirit talking to us, we decided this was best. Perhaps I’ll save the details of our decision for another post. But we are at peace for now. So now, with our growing family, we’ll have two nights a week that require one or both of us to be away from home. I pray that God’s grace will overflow during this time and we don’t burn out.
Now with all this organizing, I hope that God doesn’t decide to have a sense of humor and throw our world upside down after Baby G comes!
