I KNOW I am not the only homeschooler who hears the mostly-genuine, sometimes-judgment-laced, “I don’t know how you do it.”  Frankly, most days, months and years I do not know how we do it, either.  God.  Just God.  ALL God.  HE is the author of our days and when we remember to surrender them to him, they tend to go better.

But a lot of days are still rough.  Really, really, rough.  They humble, stretch, and grow me… and the kids.

I don’t know how we will do school for grades 7, 5, 3, 1, and keep a busy toddler engaged and stimulated.  I don’t know how we will do this while all the while mom gets bigger and bigger and more and more tired and more and more grouchy.  I don’t know how we will do it when, God-willing, Ducky arrives in February. 

I don’t know.

But God does.  He knows.  He will help.

And we are starting out with this plan of attack.  It will undoubtedly change, morph, evolve, self-destruct, or otherwise disappear.  But it gives us somewhere to start. 

And even if we blow it ENTIRELY I get to spend every day with my kids.  All day.  Every day.  Together.  I don’t know how I was selected for such an awesome opportunity.  But I am glad I was called to it.  Grammar and all.