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The kids come home tomorrow and I am so excited about it. I have missed them and we have a lot to do. Charlie has a “homeschool prep week” coming that I'm not sure she will be happy about. But I am. I’m very happy about it. It involves cleaning and reorganizing her room. Goodbye chaos. Hello order and ease of use. I feel like if we spend the week working on it together, sort of Marie Konos-ing her stuffies and other things, that she will be forced to face down her clutter. 


Zig needs to get ready for public high school. I’m not sure what that will entail, but we will figure it out. He is all registered so that’s a start. 


I also am going to make the rounds of all the various appointments. Doctors, dentists, you get the idea. I was thinking today of the blessed freedom I will have now, at least with Charlie regarding all of the “things” that need doing. When she was in school there was so much less time. Now we are free to figure out how that will work best for us. Ahhh. It’s like taking off a corset. At least I assume. I’m not one to wear a corset. Maybe uncomfortable pants. Or shoes. It’s like taking them off and then sending them to Goodwill for someone who can actually fit into them. 


Charlie will be barefoot in her well organized room, reading books and hosting our podcast. Sewing dresses and cooking meals. 

The kids are coming home. And I can’t wait to see what comes next.  

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