Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways.
The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
Sarah Ban Breathnach
i wouldn’t say this is a dry season of life. but i would say i struggle with the balance between my dreams of what life could be and what it is. there is a monotony to our after school family life. there is chaos and lack of rhythm due to hunger and exhaustion. the spring rains are healthy food that everyone likes, a tidy house, family time outside, laundry away, time to work, candles lit at supper…
i know i made a plan once….i need to look at it again.
prairie daze 
I am grateful we both read gratefulness at the same time…..
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Last night, after the boy languished for THREE hours over some math homework (and did not get it anywhere near done), and the baby was ignored and crying, and the girl was sent to her room to create quiet, and the husband and I argued over how mch this sucks….I went to bed feeling like a not so great mom. And hating school even more.
I need a plan, too. An after school schedule.
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I love that poem. Spring does seem just out of reach sometimes.
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