The pack is back in school.
We had a rather smooth run for the first day, considering the rain, and the fact that Four's van went to pick him up at our old house. He is bused to a private school, and despite the fact that I've called my district every year for the past three years to tell them we've moved, every September the bus goes to the wrong house. When I'm done smiling in the silence, I'm going to call them again and wait on the line, listening as they type the new address into their records.
I am always excited at the start of the new school year. I imagine all the projects I will complete in the six hours I am alone each day. I devise new operating systems, which will miraculously correct all the mistakes we had running the family during the previous year. These usually focus on getting everyone to do their homework without me screaming. I peruse new cookbooks, and plan the crock pot meals I will make while the kiddies are busy learning. I debate whether I should get on the elliptical before or after I write.
I am hopeful.
Usually, by the end of the week I'm exhausted, the house is in complete disarray, the tables are buried under a mound of forms, and I'm already negotiating with two of the kids to get them back to school the next week.
Just for today, though, I am ignoring reality. I'm drinking my coffee and avoiding the messy kitchen, because when I finish this post, I'm going to hit the Documents button on my laptop, and go back to the book. Julie's daily draw card said Believe in yourself, for you have the ability to materialize your dreams! I took it as a sign, helping me prioritize. I am the only person who can finish the manuscript. My remaining projects can be completed with help from others, but not the book. So, that's what I'm going to focus on this week.
I am hopeful.
And it's not because I hate the elliptical.
Are you working on something? Do you wish you were?
