Here’s a peek at my week.
Mornings are typical Monday through Friday. Jeremy and I wake up before the kids to drink our coffee, connect for the day, and pray together. This time is invaluable to both of us and highly needed in the midst of our current busy schedules. After our connecting time, I start bread for lunch, wake the kids, and get everyone going for school. We typically do school until about noon.
Then the afternoon fun begins…
Monday afternoon is my home school prep day. I can’t wing it very well, and it’s not fair to my kids to not be prepared, so I take the afternoon to prep for a whole week of school.
Tuesday and Thursday afternoons I work in the office doing accounting for the ministry. This is not necessarily my choice, but it was a huge hole. Accounting is not a role that you can leave empty. My goal in it has been to establish a system and then pass it on to someone. My eyes are looking high and low to find that person. Sabbatical was huge in helping me realize something very key about myself. I can do accounting and admin related duties, but I don’t get life from it. It actually sucks the life out of me. Perhaps I should write more on that later. Yes, I believe I should.
Wednesday afternoon is my writing day. Unfortunately, it feels like this day gets cheated. One, I need to get off campus to fully engage writing, but certain factors can make this a challenge. Two, maybe it’s the midweek hump, but things just seem to “come up” on this day. Inconsistent posts are the result.
By Friday afternoon, I’m toast. Sometimes I use it to catch up on what I didn’t get done during the week. Sometimes Jeremy and I go out for a little date. Sometimes I just do nothing, because it’s Friday, and I can do that.
I haven’t mentioned the fun (but big) project I’ve had going on in the midst of all this. It’s coming soon. I can’t wait to tell you. I also haven’t mentioned the days (which are random) that I get to go out to the feedings or meet five kids who are living alone in a shack, relying on their 14 year old brother to provide for their needs. Those are the days that remind me that sitting and doing accounting, a job that I really don’t like, is worth it. Without it, there would be no buying of food to feed 300 kids in Dwaleni. There would be no HOME built for child headed households. It’s a small price to pay while I wait for a replacement to come along. It really is the fuel that keeps me going.
So that’s my week. What’s your week like?