First Semester Whirlwind

I knew it had been a while since my last post- but I didn't think it had been THAT long.

Two months is too long.

It's not that there hasn't been anything to say or write about, because there has. I just haven't had the mental energy to do it.

Instead I have:

- bailed on my 90 days through the Bible (after 120+ days and only getting the Old Testament done)
- done 2 x 80+ page digital scrapbooks
- completed 3 x 24 page mini albums
- started volunteering with my son's cadet squadron
- got my first term portfolios together (such as they were)
- re-arranged rooms
- got rid of the dog
- spent an insane amount of hours on the internet collecting digital freebies of whatever kind (scrap-booking/home schooling/eBooks/etc.)- if it's free I've been getting it
- started decorating/baking for Christmas
- been fighting off a cold for a few weeks now
- and somewhere in there, I've tried to keep the house in some measure of cleanliness, kids fed and alive as well as somewhat schooled.

It's been a bit crazy (and that isn't even the complete list!)!

Hopefully over the next few weeks I'll get my head back in the game and get everything caught up and back to our regular programming schedule.

Keeping it real, by the grace of God...
Tammy

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