Out of the Fog…

“I just had a baby fog”

and making my way into the

“I have four children,
three of which are filled with Testosterone fog”

(Thats actually a type of fog, look it up…near cumulus)

But really?

I actually HAVE four children.

And I’d be lying if I told you that my childhood dreams
were to have a big family.

I seriously was not one of those girls who dreamed of babies.

In fact, I’m pretty sure that
the first baby I’d ever really held was my own.

As a child I was into sports, and competitions.
and I had different plans for my life,
Big ONES!
I wanted to be someone important…
which meant that I would need a degree,
and fashionable pumps,
and an amazing haircut with blond highlights.

Babies weren’t even on the life-map until I turned 30
At which point I would have 1 Girl,
then three years later a Boy.

And homeschooling?

Don’t get me started….

Lets just say that I am guilty of believing every annoying comment and misconception that has ever been misconcieved about homeschooling.

Homeschooling was for Hippies and Weirdos.
There I said it. Phew, glad I got that out there.

I held this opinion even though
I’d never even met someone who was home-schooled!

Because really, “What about Socialization?”

OH…Those poor homeschool children.
Ha Ha Ha.

I’m laughing because I think I’ve said that 100 times.

And yet, here I am:

29 years old.
Clacking away on a blog about my homeschooling family of 6.

And to further belay the point,
I’m not sitting here in Versace with frosted highlights glittering through my hair.

Not even close.

My hair is tied back in a simple pony tail,
not only to avoid baby puke and to prevent hair pulling,
but because I simply lack the time to do anything different with it.

In fact, if you ever see me in public and my hair is down,
you can assume that the elastic in my hair finally gave way and snapped,
leaving me with a lions mane in the middle of WallyWorld…


Because Wally World is where I am forced to do all my shopping, due to the strangly annoying convience of purchasing my groceries alongside my socks,


Which, while we’re on the topic
are actually MENS socks…
Plain.
White.
Stretchy.
Mens Athletic tube socks.
I can no longer afford the time it takes to sort
through piles of laundry trying to find matches
for the adorable stripy, argyle, polka dot socks
I used to wear.

It’s a shame really.
You can’t wear heels with tube socks.

Not that I could fit into any of my heels,
as with each passing pregnancy
my feet grew another inch.
It’s like hitting puberty again.
And again, and again.
And then Surprise: Again.

OK, so maybe you get the idea here?
Maybe you can relate?
Maybe I’m rambling about
all the side effects of a life map gone awry,

I dunno,

But it sure
seems as though I started our life with all these goals
and ideas for what I thought would lead to a fullfilling life.

And then somewhere along the road
God (ever-so-gently) smacked me upside
my highlighted head,
and brought clarity to my heart about what is
truly valuable in this world.

And while it’s not the plan I had chosen
I’m much more happy with HIS choice!

Jeremiah 29:11

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

And I thank Him for it.
Everyday.