This week Josh returned to his job, the heat for the most part went away, we opened windows and enjoyed fresh breezes, and ultimately got back to a school routine. It was a good week. The first day I was quite delighted with myself . . . I had gotten up, spent time in the Word and in prayer, ran two miles, showered, dressed, and checked email (etc) all before 8:00 a.m (the time we start school). And then at 8:04 a migraine hits. I had to think, "Really? On the first day?" But I popped some pills and plodded on through "aura-filled" eyes, determined to remain cheerful while I worked with one very excited kindergartner. We made it. It was a good lesson to me (one that often seems to need repeating) that even though I wasn't feeling my best, and the migraine wasn't part of the "first day" plans, I can always choose my attitude, and really a happy heart does make life more doable. The week went down peacefully--it was a pleasure to get back to our routine. Yes, sometimes there are four people needing help at once, but there are no appointments to keep or places to be and I have all the time in the world. (Yes, my floor could still use a mopping . . . I'm not super-woman). ;o) I think this year I truly am seeing how out-numbered I am, how there really is no way to do this with my own strength, and I find myself covering our days in prayer so much more. Because that's the only explanation I can give to a week that involved a migraine, a trip to the E.R. in Cambridge (that was supposed to result in stitches for Emmett, but did not, so we're holding his chin together with butterfly bandages . . .), and literally stabbing my finger with a fork (bet you didn't know putting silverware away was so hazard-filled!). Life is always happening in the midst of everything else--but we still had a good week. I can only chalk that up to two things, 1) Praying lots! 2) A cheerful heart!
So, the first week is down in the books . . . and yay it's the weekend! ;o)