Jeni Does the School Thing

I’m learning that in order to get everything done that I’m supposed to get done, I must die to myself.  I don’t have time to read for pleasure, quilt, sew, garden, bake, or a host of other wonderful things that I always dreamed would be part of my adult life.  Dreams change, and right now I’m dreaming of the day my hard child will love to read.  Or at least tolerate it enough to do it. 

So we are entering our third or fourth week of serious schooling, and we still have at least six to go.  You might pray for us in the next month.