I’m not sure I can even wrangle a Five Finds.  Too much alliteration for me this week or something.

It’s been a week of trying to get back into the swing of things.  You’d think with the freedom of no school to teach that I’d be rolling in the free time and whipping out fifteen extra blog posts a day.  For the love.

But this is not happening.  (As evidenced by my low output here.)

It’s almost like having a lack of schedule has been too much freedom.  I’ve long preached the incredible benefit of boundaries.

I guess I’m going to need to reinstate some self-imposed boundaries in order for this summer to see any progress at all.

(Next week though – right?  Can I do that next week?)

It has been lovely to sleep late and to flit around a little from this to that.  I’ve been working on curriculum for Meadowlark Collective.  We’ve broken a window that appears to be annoyingly difficult to repair.  Bergen made a chocolate sheet cake today from a Pioneer Woman recipe and it was his first attempt at a more “complicated” dessert solo.  He did swimmingly and I have to say – I’m proud of my thirteen year old son learning how to cook and handle himself in a kitchen.  I won’t expect a thank you from his future wife but I’m hoping maybe she’ll give me one anyway.  (Or his future roommates or friends.  Whatever.  I can’t predict his future.)  We’ve gone swimming once and we’ve watched a few movies – can I let the big kids watch Back to the Future?  We enjoyed a giant slip and slide at a friend’s house and I’m nearing the end of East of Eden I think.

This rhythm this week looks like this at our house.  Slow mornings.  Chores and meals together and an extra dose of lounging around listlessly.  Spontaneous plans and putting pen to paper to make future plans.  Settling in and maybe finally unpacking my own suitcase from our trip.  

It looks like additional measures of grace to myself as I refocus on the tasks in front of me and do the next right thing.

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