I adore my boys. They are the light and life of my world. Still, it's with a certain amount of trepidation that I stare into the looming summer. My oldest son homeschools. He and I have figured out our rhythm. We have a pattern to our days that lets both of us accomplish what we need to.
My other two... change the dynamic.
I've taken on more duties at Booktrope, too. I'm helping other authors market their books and I'm getting more involved in Vox Dei, Booktrope's Christian imprint. I'm stupidly excited about these new projects - and I'm stupidly excited about the writing projects I have going. (Hint: It's Vance's turn!)
Today, as I'm trying to dive headfirst into these new projects, I find myself settling phone disputes and convincing my children that teeter-totters were not intended to be balance beams. Especially when your little brother is lying under one of them. Sigh.
We'll settle in; we'll find our new rhythm. But until then, I'm going to rely heavily on my sense of humor.
Oh, and did I mention it's VBS week at church and both my husband and I are teaching? Yeah, the sense of humor is definitely going to get a workout...
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.