I have so many awesome plans:
The kids are going to get ahead in school. That's one of the great bonuses of homeschooling, right?
We're going to be awesome about doing our chores and getting our house clean.
We're going to keep it clean.
We're going to be organized.
I'm going to blog. And read. And cook. And bake. And sleep. And have friends.
I'm going to start a cooking/reading/kid project/blog.
I'm going to make the homeschool book club successful.
We're going to actually make it to some homeschool activities so my kids can socialize with their friends.
Princess Sparkley wants a book club. And a diorama club. And a cooking club.
The kids are going to be involved in sports and other activities.
I'm going to be able to see my desk someday.
I'm going to shower daily.
I'm going to have an awesome homeschool blog.
I'm going to have great projects and lessons for my kids.
And then it's almost 5PM and I find myself struggling to get any of the things done we were supposed to do today. I realize the dryer buzzed an hour ago and I haven't made it downstairs yet to switch the loads. The kids still don't have this week's spelling lists. I forgot all about my cooking/reading/kid project/blog plan for weeks. Little Guy has three doctor's appointments and a birthday party this week to go to which means our school plans are shot in the foot. I didn't go visiting teaching for church at all last month. I haven't made it to the grocery store today and today is our shopping day which means we're running out of everything. The mess I got all cleaned up last week has reappeared. My Google Calendar is packed. Saturday was the only empty day for the entire month and then Jed sent me a message that he has a thing that afternoon.
I spent one year as the Primary president before we left Kansas and I felt like I spent that entire year just staying afloat. I wasn't good. I wasn't successful. I just survived. And that doesn't make me happy. I feel like that's how I am now in my entire life ... I'm surviving, not succeeding.
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