Making Time 4 Home

The house is quiet, and everyone except for me is sound asleep. My faithful dog is resting at my feet,and my hubby is gently snoring next to me. I should be sleeping, but I cant. My brain has decided that tonight we will travel back and revisit old wounds.Tears that I thought were long dried up have been silently and steadfastly making their way to the surface today. Grief can make you feel things you never thought a human could be capable of feeling. One moment you are fine, and then the next you are remembering something and all of a sudden you cant catch your breath, and it feels like you are sinking, unable to push yourself back to the surface. It can feel as if you are caught in a tidal wave and every-time you feel like you are about to break through, another wave crashes into you, and you are once again floundering in a sea of grief. If you have lost a loved one, then you understand what I am talking about. If you have never experienced this, then I pray that you

I am in our 7th year of homeschooling... and we have finally gotten in to our groove. let me tell you, it took many curriculum, may tears of frustration from me and my daughter, and MANY tries and errors, but we are here. We are to a point that we know what our end goal is, and we are cultivating the lovely in our home. Here are 5 truths that I struggled with as a new homeschooling mama, and why I now embrace them.  1. We are not behind. I have a background in teaching, so for me it is hard when I feel like we are a little behind in a subject. I have to constantly remind myself that we are right where my daughter needs to be, and we are learning/mastering at her pace, which will lead to a more fulfilled education in the long run. 2. We do NOT have to have a "set Schedule" While I like having some structure for our school days, I do realize that we are NOT doing school at home...we are homeschooling.  Sometimes we need to stop and move on to another subject before my d

I slowly closed my eyes and savored the taste of the cookie I had just sunk my teeth into. As I was reaching for another one, there was a nagging voice inside my head saying  "you just blew your diet!" I inwardly groaned, and pushed the cookies across the table, eyeing them with that hunger only someone on a diet can feel...you know what I am talking about right? That feeling of starvation that feels as if there is an animal inside your stomach clawing to get out. Well at least that's how I feel when I am dieting. As I sit at the table fidgeting, my "diet voice" starts to talk to me. (you all have a diet voice too right???or is that just me?) "Go ahead, eat another one...you already blew your diet for the day!" "One more isn't going to make you gain too much weight." "why do you even bother dieting, you blow it EVERY TIME!" "this is why you are fat...you have no will power" "doesn't matter if its

No I am not perfect...not even PRACTICALLY perfect. I am a hot mess, wrapped up in a tornado of chaos, who is just trying to make it to appointments no more the 10 minutes late. There...you now know the truth. I have great intentions of leaving the house 30 minutes early, of making sure that the gas tank is always full, my phone is always charged, and that my purse is stuffed with things to do such as books, word puzzles, and maybe even some kind of snack. In reality, my gas is ALWAYS on empty (seriously I drive with it BELOW the orange line, its a wonder I haven't ran out of gas),I am constantly struggling to get anywhere on time, and if I do manage it..it is truly a minor miracle. My phone is constantly in need of being charged, and my purse is so full of old receipts and things that my family have thrown in there that there is no longer room for my beloved books. Oh, and snacks....if I dig deep enough there might be a flattened mini Three Musketeers left over from Hall

Last night I stayed up late...OK it was only 11:30 but I thought I was big stuff making it past my 9pm bed time. I made myself stay awake, because I was going to get to sleep in for the 1st time in for what seemed like forever. And then this morning comes around and my body decided that..Nope, you my friend are going to get up at the same time you usually get up...and you will not be able to fall back asleep! Sometimes I wish we could just slap ourselves, and say behave...or go back to sleep at least. Instead of kissing my half-asleep husband and daughter goodbye, I got to spend time this morning talking to my husband before he went to work. Instead of grabbing a granola bar and eating it as I walked out the door, I got to have breakfast with my daughter. I got to take time to really clean my home (anyone else Spring Cleaning?) Sigh...I got to spend time in my home.  I am a homemaker at heart. I love making our home clean for my family. I love having the laundry done,

Old Worn thread-bear favorite loved That describes a piece of clothing that my mother gave me years ago. something that can no loner be worn, but for some reason I just cant let go of it. I tried to do so today, I actually told my self that I was being silly, and that I no longer needed the actual item, to remember the memories associated with it. I quickly tossed it in the trash, and after starting at the trash can for a full min. I reached back in side and took it back out, gently folding it and placing it back in the bottom of my drawer. It isn't the prettiest thing anymore, but when it was first given to me, it was beautiful, and I was so excited. now it is tired, worn out, and not looking all that great. It has stains on it, and is a little faded, and yet I still love it.  Does feel like your heart is like an old piece of clothing...something that is tired, and worn out. it may not be as pretty as when you first gave it to God, in fact it may be stained. Have the cares

04.15.19 Today starts a new adventure in the Gregory home. I am coming home to be a full time Homschooling mom after working outside of the home part time for the last two and a half years. Its time. We know this is the right move. The last few weeks have been filled with the awesomeness of Gods provision. Huge things being taken care of, that could only have happened by Gods plan. In my heart I have Peace about coming home. I have been so excited, and have literally been counting down the days to when I will be a Homemaker again. I have nothing against moms who work outside of the home, you are awesome and deserve awards, but my heart, my joy is in being a homemaker/homeschooling mom. It always has been. And yet.... I struggle with the what ifs. What if we don't have enough money? What if this is a bad decision? What if....fill in the blank...I am pretty sure I have though about it. I have spent countless hours running numbers in my brain and trying to