My Alter-Reality

I have this other side of me that I don't post about often. It has actually dominated my summer. Nope, it's not Sugar. It is the reason that I have not blogged as often. It fact, it led me to create 14 new blogs recently. Thankfully, I only have to post on two of them. It has also led to the mass destruction of my house. Ask my hubby. I thought I was behind when the baby was born. It got worse. (I can hear you groan, Mom). I finally got some relief today. Spent 4 hours cleaning (must have those genes in there somewhere, Nat)and it felt soooooo wonderful.

What has caused all the commotion, you ask? I'm directing a home school group this year called Classical Conversations. You see, it just wasn't enough to remodel the bathroom, paint the kitchen, go to my sister's wedding, travel to Florida, make up a month of school that was missed, and have a baby. It sounds like I don't enjoy it--I do, but I've had to keep up with so many details and it feels a bit like I never left school. My mind has stayed there and there is no end in sight. The outgoing director told me that the summer was going to be the most intense time for me, but that my mind will be on it all year. Oy, vey!

Last night I hosted my orientation. It went well. I have 23 families (36 children) enrolled this year. I have 5 tutors who teach classes ranging from K4-6th grade and another afternoon program that teaches 4-6th graders English grammar and writing. We also have two nurseries and an afternoon class for the younger kids. We meet every week for 12 weeks in the Fall and 12 weeks in the Spring. Getting the orientation done was such a relief. Now I feel the forward motion. Next Tuesday is our first day of classes. We're off and rolling!

Pray for me, not just to make it, but to soar through next Tuesday. I'm blessed to have the privilege of administrating for such a wonderful group of people. The families in the program have blessed me for years and I know that will only continue.

Anyway, that's where I have been hiding--with my head stuck in the details.