Almost a week into the new school year and the kids are settling into a good routine. School definitely agrees with these three!
I've adapted just fine to having Lucy in preschool. Her days are as follows:
Monday, Wednesday, Friday 8:45-noon
Tuesday and Thursday 8:45-1:30
She loves it! It is an incredible place and so good for her. I feel so blessed that we have such an amazing school to attend.
During the four days since Lucy started school, I've worked around our house and worked outside our house (I am working a few hours a week as an instructional coach) and spent some time in Ferguson.
Honestly, that's where most of my mind is most of the time.
I am heartbroken.
I am mad.
I am disappointed.
The judgement. The complete lack of understanding of others in situations we don't understand.
The hate. Why must we always make everything about US, how we'd react, why we don't think someone deserves our love, why we never trusted those people anyway?
My only refuge is my faith. Which is oddly the same faith that many of the people that make my heart hurt so much say they are clinging to. So I pray because we are in this together. All. Of. Us.
Also, my kids, well they are just the best thing for my heart whenever it hurts. And they don't even mean to be :)!
Tonight as the girls were cleaning up the kitchen I was in the laundry room and overheard a sweet voice singing....
The sun will come out tomorrow, so you've gotta hang on til tomorrow, come what may! Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow, you're only a day away!
And I cried. Folding underwear and crying and thanking God for all the good things in this life and asking him for guidance on how to help because indeed the sun will come out tomorrow.