It is Thursday morning, I sit underneath a laundry line that Dan has created; clothes are inches from my head, half of them have turned blue because of a very old shirt.   I am homeschooling the children when I hear a trumpet blowing "When the saints, go marching in.........oh when the saints go marching in.........".  We get up from the table and look outside to see a happy fellow walking in step to his music.

He walks by the apartment about once a week.  I am sure he rides the metro, his cart rigged up with a stereo, blaring his songs, hoping for a few centimes.  As I watch him, he puts his trumpet down, and continues walking, yet, the trumpet is still blaring.  Hmmmmmm.

I come back to the table, try to get the kids to refocus.  I am laughing quietly......this is my new life. 

I think homeschooling is great, if that is what you want for your family but I never thought it would be a part of my life.  It is not my passion, I do my best and pray that I am not screwing up.

Hanging up our laundry to dry earlier in the morning, I was thinking "this is soooo not me........my Mom, yes.......but not me".  Then I heard a small whisper......."do EVERYTHING heartily for God WITHOUT grumbling or complaining".   Hmmmm, I wonder who that was?   Okay, I hear you and I will do all things with a joyful heart.........or at least try.