After being all discouraged about cleaning, turns out I was really coming down with a cold-a big walloping, life wrecking cold, one so awful I missed going to a Catechesis training day, missed everything else I could have done by not going, missed my own mind, really, and ended up even taking cold medicine (after having had to sign my name in a special book and showing my ID).
I'm still in a relative stupor.
BUT I'm starting school tomorrow, cold or no cold, and very excited about it. So are the children, surprisingly. I was gratified to find them shocked by the children in Sunday School who don't like school.
'Why?' they were incredulous.
'Because its boring' said the other kid.
'Why?' they wanted to know.
'I don't know, it just is' said the other kid.
I've rearranged the school room again, and I'm probably going to rearrange the living room again. And more stuff is going in the basement, anything that doesn't have a place. I'm so thankful that Christmas is over. We NEED and long for a routine.