I opened this page yesterday to post on our first day of school but couldn't find anything nice to say so didn't say anything at all. It's been a challenging couple of weeks. We can all really find our rhythm and feel good about things until a tiny cold hits and keeps everyone up all night and things come unraveled.
We started on Labor Day because I can't not start on Monday. The house was a wreck, I messed up our book orders and other books are still in hiding somewhere, and it's just taking me three times longer to get anything done (I don't want to point fingers but my roadblock is 15 months old tomorrow and irresistibly cute.) Tuesday was to be our grand opening - cranberry muffins for breakfast and peacefully working together through our lessons. Except that the baby had her appointment with the allergist first thing in the morning so we threw it all in the car and worked in waiting rooms. Hardly ideal.
This morning, the house smells like fresh coffee, oatmeal, and sausage and I feel like maybe we can have one good day this week. But I also have a feeling this is how the days are going to go. I don't think this week is exceptional. I think the chaos is the rhythm now. I'm done waiting for peaceful days to present themselves. I think I just have to carve some peace out where I can - a bit of knitting on the way to Mass on Sundays, read alouds late in the evening in place of a family dinner, cheerfully helping with math in the hospital lab. I tend to be a high energy, high stress kind of girl but I so want to be a source of rest and comfort to my family. So our schedule might not bring peace and predictability but I hope that I still can.