I just Know It's Here Somewhere

I’ve found  a common thread among the moms in my circle: We are all scratching our heads wondering what’s happened to all that free time we were expecting to come our way once school was back in session.

I just know it's here somewhere.

My friend Amy from Raising Angels writes:

I had visions of gloriously finishing all these lingering projects now that the kids are in school and I've yet to do any of them. Well, I did clean out both freezers but that's not saying much as they are currently in their 3rd week of school. The day goes kind of like this. We wake them, feed them, comb hair, brush teeth, double check homework, pray together and then I cart them off to school. I go home, blink, and it's time to pick them up again. I have determined that getting clothes clean, keeping a house in order and having a meal on the table takes up a tremendous amount of time.

Amen to that!

I just caught an episode from the new season of The Gist. Rachel, Danielle, and Carolee are talking about getting back into school routines.

I was very much encouraged by what Danielle had to say:

Once you’ve got a certain number of bodies under the roof, just keeping them fed and clothed and cleaned and educated is a major undertaking. If you’re making forward progress, moving yourself and your kids closer to heaven day by day, you’re doing a darn good job.

Can I get another amen?

So it's busy, but a very different sort of busy than summertime and certainly a welcome change of pace (except for that pesky thing called homework which comes in droves once high school hits).

In the midst of the busyness, I am trying to keep in mind a thought Rachel shared:

The older my kids get, the more I’m like, we’re really ticking down the number of summers that they’ll be home. I’m learning to relish these days.

Amen again.

And since I've quoted both Rachel and Danielle, I'll add a line from Carolee who made me   laugh out loud with this one:

    Breakfast and lunch when   

    they're not in school, when
    they’re on vacation, is endless.

Amen, amen, amen!


If there's one thing I don't miss about summer, well, the first thing would be the blistering heat, but the second thing would be the endless breakfast which would begin at 5:45 with Dave and run until, oh, 10:00 when the resident teenager ambled into the kitchen.

You can find The Gist here. Now I'm off to join all the other mothers as we search for that elusive free time we are expecting to discover any minute now, any minute.