Big Fat F

That would be me, for failing. Last week we did Monday's assigned school. Tuesday I had a dentist visit and a bizarre phone call and since then it's been downhill.

Today I got a stack of books together thinking, yes, we'll get back on track today! But it just didn't happen. St. Nick and Fish wanted to play outside. They wanted to draw pictures. They wanted to play with Legos. I wanted a cup of coffee and a quiet moment with NO marker wars, doors left open to let the 9-degree air blow through the house, little Lego motors buzzing. So, the books weren't touched.

Emotions last week were insane. Riding high: God is so working! To falling off the planet: Oh, God, why have You forsaken me? On to sober reality: I want to grow, but I can't do it myself. It has to start with the Gift of the Spirit. Round and round like a carnival ride. I'm exhausting myself. Not to mention eating too much.