She's got high hopes...

Here is a picture of me looking about 40% more optimistic than I actually feel regarding the 2,000 things I need (OK, desire) to get done before I start homeschooling three out of four of my children. Did I tell you that? That I'm homeschooling? Because I am...homeschooling, that is. This is a huge diversion from the master plan I presumptuously concocted two years ago, which goes to show that there's truly no telling what changes a month or even a day will bring with it. So here I am, sorting through old books and papers and magazines and dried-out markers to make room for this gigantic new endeavor and its myriad of educational supplies. Am I scared, you ask? Um...YEAH! But deep down (w-a-a-y deep down) in my soul, I am peaceful - confident about this decision we've made as a family. Just promise me that you won't stop by for a visit until after Friday or I'll be horribly embarrassed by the inevitable chaotic mess that somehow always precedes a good cleaning. Meanwhile, I will plaster this goofy smile upon my face and thank God for the faculties at my disposal for lifting, labeling, stacking, and donating boxes. Now if only I could find that darn Sharpie!!