Another summer almost gone.
Tomorrow morning, I'll wake up and head to my classroom to prepare for the 2017-2018 school year.
My 13th year in the teacher's chair.
And my first year without either of my girls in the same building as me.
I am usually completely ready to go back to work when August rolls around.
This year, with the house sale & purchase,
a three-year-old who doesn't sleep much,
and lots of changes coming at school in the fall...
I've haven't felt as prepared to head back.
I haven't felt ready.
I haven't even really felt excited (so unlike me!).
Until this weekend.
Yesterday, the Lord gave us the gift of a cool, rainy Saturday.
Mr. Farmhouse was stuck at home with no farming tasks to complete in the rain.
The girls were stuck inside.
And I had a list.
I had made a list of every single thing in the farmhouse that I wanted to complete before I went back to work Monday..
We blared some old country music and everybody jumped in.
By the late afternoon, the house was looking so good.
With every task marked off that list, I could breathe a little easier.