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Unofficial Official Schedule from the Unofficial Official

**This post is being published almost a month late! :-/ Our first month of homeschooling really threw my schedule off! I’m hoping to get back into a groove now!**

In my last two posts I shared my planning and organizational woes and ideas. This is an area I feel like I particularly struggle with, mainly because *whines* keeping track of seven people, their stuff and their lives in general is hard.

But! Don’t feel sorry for me. I signed up for it. At some point. Without knowing what I was doing/getting myself into.

Okay, seriously. One of the super great things about my life is that I have a VERY smart “Other Momma” (see my post How God Can Use My Brokenness for a description of an “Other Momma”), and she raised and homeschooled seven children. And she still likes them and they her. SO, when I am lost, I go to her for advice.

Me and My Other Momma
Me and My Other Momma

When I realized how very much our day needed a schedule I went to her and asked what her schedule looked like when her children were young. The following has been an inspiration and encouragement to me, and I hope it is for you as well:
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Planning, Organizing and Getting My Ducks in a Row, Part 2

In my last post (Planning and Organizing and Getting All My Ducks in a Row, Part 1) I shared what a typical day looks like for me. I shared that I would like a better organized, planned, and intentional life. I don’t live in a complete dump, or in complete chaos, but I could sure stand to change some things. Basically, I need to get all my ducks in a row. Grab those wandering little suckers and put them in their place.

So, in the spirit of lining up ducks, behold some of my thoughts on organization:

First of all, let me be clear about what this blog post is not. This is not a well thought out list of organizational methods. It is not a “listicle” (what an awful word) of “life hacks”. I’m not the expert. I really don’t know much of anything. And that leads me to what this post is.

It is a way to start a conversation about the reality of intentional living. Maybe some people put a system in place in their lives and there it stays until the end of time. For me and my family it seems like our schedules and plans are an ever-evolving system that can still use a considerable amount of work. I’d like to get better about this, again, to have more stability. But I’d also like to be honest about how difficult this is for us.

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Broken Toes, Stress Fractures, and Learning to Make the Most of My Day

The Toe Breaker and Sweet Ransom
The Toe Breaker and Sweet Ransom

Okay, listen to this…

In May I broke my right pinky toe. I was in a big hurry to get some cleaning done before my brand new baby (darling Ransom, born March 4th) needed me again. I strode purposefully through my room, into my closet, and just clipped that toe on the wall on the way in. I heard it break, which, honestly, may have been the worst part.

Broken pinky toes are NO fun. They constantly remind you that you are considerably more delicate than you think. Also, three year olds do not understand, or care, maybe, what “Mommy has a broken toe” means. They think maybe it means step on it to see if Mommy screams. Or poke it 500 times while repeating, “Does this hurt?”

But, it’s not that big of a deal. They don’t require much care and they heal pretty quickly. Before I knew it, a week had gone by and I was feeling pretty normal again. I just took extra care when putting on my shoe, or walking around that darling aforementioned three-year-old (my sweet Eva).

No big deal.

Until I got a stress fracture in the middle of the same foot. How frustrating! Before the broken toe, I was trying to get into shape, and was ever so diligently working out to a Jillian Michaels video. So, as soon as I felt my toe had healed enough, I got right back on that horse. You know, two-and-a-half months after I had my (fifth!) baby. At 35 years old. While still carrying the majority of my baby weight. Right after I had broken a toe. Suddenly this is not sounding like as good an idea as it did after I got on the scale and prompted that frenzy of baby-weight-ditching exercise.

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