The First Week

I made it through the first week of Gracen being in school!

I have discovered a few things about myself.

The first of which is I have far too many neuroses to be left alone in my house for long. I have become much too acquainted with my inner clean freak. It's easier to obsess about the floors, cabinets, and walls when there is no one around to otherwise divert one's attention!

So I decide that I needed to see if I could rejuvenate my sorely neglected crafting ability. Goodness knows I have piles of photos that need proper attention! Gracen has high hopes that her scrapbooks will someday include something past her 7th birthday. We shall see...

The thing to do is to learn digital scrap booking I said to myself. I am not giving up but have realized that the learning curve is much steeper than I originally thought. Of course it would probably help if I were already acquainted with Photoshop Elements.

I can open it and get pictures into it--surely that counts for something!

The up side of the crafting diversion is that the craft room/play room is now very clean.

I decided to read. I love reading. Books, blogs, some magazines, pretty much anything. I wasn't counting on reading feeding my neuroses.

You see I read and the get the fever, the itch to create or change something re-do our life. (Please tell me I am not the only one who has this affliction!)

So after reading, I now have a plan. I am determined to create something or at the very least finish one of the projects I have already started.

Problem is after being lunch maker, chauffeur, uniform washer, dog lunch giver (bless her 65 lb. heart--she may just blow away without that meal), and cleaner of the abode I realize that I don't have as much spare time as I thought.

I'm still trying to find the rhythm of life post home school. I miss Gracen more than I thought I would though I have enjoyed the solitude some. Some of the solitude has been forced because my leg and the humidity of late do not agree! Solitude is more enjoyable when it isn't forced.

Realistically, my "job" as teacher to Gracen hasn't ended. It has just changed. She is loving school and I love that she loves it. I will find my new rhythm though it may be when fall finally breathes a cool breath.