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Last Week of Summer

I can already feel the bite of autumn in the early morning. We have begun the final countdown of summer days.

How can it be time for school already?

This year promises to be one of the busiest years of my life. I pray that I am up to the challenge.

The kids will be at three different schools. S. and A. will be able to ride the bus and Al will be able to walk, but H. will have to be driven. I will go back to work and Brent’s schedule at work is getting busier.

All of the balls are up in the air as we prepare to handle the kids’ lives, a new program for H., football, soccer, piano, swim, government, and school.

Meanwhile, I am finishing my bachelor degree. At the age of 36 I am six classes away from holding a diploma. Part of that diploma requires I student teach. I have been asked by a principal to student teach at his school. It is an honor to be asked the only thing that worries me is that it will be about a 20-minute drive.

My mind continues to race at how all of these balls will remain in the air. I’m guessing lots of prayers, friends, organization, and limited sleep.

Oh well, who needs sleep anyway?

I’m trying to work myself up about being too busy. However, I was raised in a home that busy was good. Busy meant you were keeping yourself out of trouble. Busy meant that you were serving others. Busy meant that you didn’t have time to cause problems. Busy meant that you were a productive member of society. Busy was a good thing.

So I guess what I’m really saying is that I am blessed to have so many opportunities this year. Now just send a quick prayer my way that I handle all these blessings.

Happy Last Week of Summer Everyone!

Krissi

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