There is no doubt I definitely enjoyed my summer. In fact, if you were one of the lucky people who ran into the boys and I at the grocery store this summer, I inevitably told you that it was the best summer of my life.
And then, it happened.
School started.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I am so thankful that I have a job when so many in this country (and so many in the education field) do not. But I thought sure this would be the year that God opened up some mysterious bank account or add some numbers to Jon's paycheck and allow me to stay home with my boys.
I know what some (okay, most) of you are thinking: "Jess, stay home? This sounds completely unlike you."
Hey, I've changed...a lot.
But, alas, God decided that my place was back in the classroom for year 8 (or 9 - to be honest, I'm too lazy to do the math).
And so began the full swing of: wake up, go in early because you have to leave early, teach like crazy, get the boys, make dinner, work on Kids Club/laundry/finding the living room floor/loading the dishwashwer, pretend to care that the clean clothes are not put away, bathe boys, put boys in bed, resume copious amounts of housework / schoolwork that I didn't finish during the day, go to bed feeling like not enough got done, sleep, repeat.
And then I received a blog from a friend....a blog that reminded me that my place is not to perfect my home and become frustrated that that will never happen...but to praise God and be still in who He has created me to be.
And it really changed my perspective. Until the next day.
Then I read it again...and again.
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