Is it really Monday?

After getting the kids dressed, feeding them breakfast, making Graycen's lunch, taking Graycen to school, meeting Nathan at the gas station (he had my card), giving Annagail a breathing treatment, organizing the kids' rooms, loading and unloading the dishwasher, washing all the towels and a load of clothes, reading a few books to Annagail and Ella, giving Annagail another breathing treatment, cleaning the bathroom, teaching homeschool assignments on pennies and clocks, helping the kids assemble their "numbers" books and certificates, sweeping the floors, explaining to Cooper (AGAIN) that he does indeed have to learn to write more than just the letters in his own name, making lunches, clipping coupons from two papers, getting the toilet seat replaced (you don't want to know!), making a tea (for me!), sitting in carpool line, picking up my smiling Graycen, hearing the entire download of the day (my pleasure), having to give Ella a much-needed nap for continually waking up Annagail, overseeing Graycen's homework, helping Cooper write & spell the names of each of us in his family (he somehow decided that those were all letters he may need to learn also), cutting and stapling Ella's doodle pages into a "book" (she wanted to have homework too), searching for a decent chili recipe, realizing (after the fact) that it wasn't that decent and needed improvising, fixin' the chili, going out front to hide from Nathan with the kids (they love surprising him when he gets home), feeding the fam chili-spaghetti, having to send Cooper to his room for the night & have a 2-parent talk with him about his behavior. bathing the kids, giving Annagail her final treatment, saying night-night prayers & singing our goodnight song, cleaning up the kitchen, chatting with Nathan, doing a little facebookin', & looking for teaching aids for one of my lessons for Sunday, I was sitting here trying to figure out why I was so tired already on a Monday night. Then, I remembered!

Thank you, dear Lord, for the strength you have given me. You are TRULY my rock and my refuge. I could not get through the blessing that is my day without You! My cup runneth over...



Goodnight :o)
~Angela

*photo: Ella (3 yrs old) playing at the playground :o)