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Simple Woman's Daybook - Back to School Edition


Outside my window...
It is cold!

I am thinking...
About starting up school again today . . . back the the "grind." I happy to get back into our routine again.

I am thankful for...
Having some time to sit and blog!

I am wearing...
Fleece lounge pants with little green frogs on them! I love wearing these when it is cold.

I am remembering...
All the great times we had as a family the past two weeks.

I am going...
To work on my long to-do list!

I am currently reading...
Nothing . . . I am in the mood for a good novel, but I am not sure which . . . any suggestions?

I am hoping...
That my leg heals quickly so that I can start running again this week. I have something called Anterior Compartment Syndrome in my left leg. I have not run much in the last three weeks and now I have not even been able to workout this past week (by physical therapist's orders). I miss running and working out. I am so much happier and easier to live with when I start my day with exercise.

On my mind...
I am really trying to pray and figure out what God wants of me this year. At this time of year, I just really want to dive into contemplation and spend countless hours in front of the Blessed Sacrament. I do not get to do it as much as I would like . . . luckily God is so Good and He meets me where I am at and speaks to me through the craziness of life.

Noticing that...
Just when I think I am getting better in social situations, I find myself in one and feel as shy as ever!

From the school room...
We are getting back into the swing of things today. I have realized again that I am not as confident in my homeschooling ability as I let on. I had a dream the other night that I was working with a school class. During the dream, I kept on thinking, my kids should be in school . . . they would be so much better off in school. I am hoping this is a normal fear that homeschoolers have. I am just going to try my best and give it all to God.

From the kitchen...
Our family fave . . . Roasted Chicken, Rice and peas!

Around the house...
All is quiet. A house full of sleeping men.

One of my favorite things . . .
Reading to baby A. Just him and me. I love having his warm little body in my lap!

From my picture journal...This is a photo of K taken during the big snow we got two weeks ago. They LOVED the snow and were outside playing more than they were in the house.

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Comments

  1. Prayers for a speedy leg recovery. I hurt my knee last week and even those three days of rest were enough to drive me insane. I NEED my exercise :) Cute new header pic with all the boys - they are such good looking little men of God!

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  2. Ahh, the joys of homeschooling...and the nagging fear that we aren't doing it right. Join the club, mama! Guess what?? There is no RIGHT way to do it. If God called you to homeschool, then you are doing it right. Relax and remember that homeschooling is a marathon, not a sprint...some things take time. Loved your daybook and the cheery snowman at the bottom : ) Have a great week and get that leg well!
    Blessings,
    Kristy

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  3. Many blessings for a wonderful week! I am similar in social situations....just feel so out of my element.

    Enjoyed your daybook!
    ~Tamara

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  4. Ahhhh--I have a Baby A too! How fun is that?!

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