that time ….

It’s that time of year.

Summer’s demise.

Sleeping in.  Makeshift breakfasts.  Lazy afternoons.  Free range children.

That’s all about to change.

We’re heading toward morning routines, scheduled days, school work, regular bedtimes.

And it always feels as if it has come so fast.

I’m not drowning, but as I told my friend this week,

I do feel a little sinky.

There’s maybe a little too much water in my ship right now.

I still need to pick up a couple of books to begin classes next week.

I haven’t finalized what our daily schedule will look like this year.

No one is used to waking up and eating breakfast at a regularly semi-early time.  (And I know “early” implies different things in different homes.)

I gave Riley the check to pay her tuition as she was heading out the door to the first class of her senior year.

I like to live on the edge like that.

(And how can I have a senior anyway?)

The school room is in an alarming state of disarray with stacks of books on every flat surface.

But it doesn’t matter.

Time stands still for no man.  

(And for no homeschooling momma of six either.)

So I guess I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other.

I’ll pick up one book at a time.

Plot one course of study for one kid as efficiently as I can before moving on to the next.

And try to keep remembering that sage advice from Elisabeth Elliot to her daughter –

“Don’t think of all the things you have to do, just do the next thing.”