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I'm going to die and no one will know what happened to me because the pile of laundry that smothered me will hide my body. I'm being buried in laundry.

I'm feeling anxious, excited, and a bit stressed about organizing our school stuff. I think if I can get a handle on it this year and it works out, I won't have nearly as much planning to do next year. Of course, it would be way too good to be true for all of this stuff to be perfect for us. I'm sure there will be some tweaking along the way. *sigh* I need some people to show me pictures of how they've organized their school stuff. I need ideas. I'm thinking right now of getting the largest magazine organizers I can find and using those by subject, but I'm not sure they'll be big enough. Maybe one for each subject for teachers' stuff and then one for each of the girls' stuff? I just want something I can grab that has all the materials we'll need for each subject. And some kind of caddy with supplies (pencils, erasors, crayons, glue, scissors) just for school and easy to grab. I need organization, but my skills in actually doing it are abysmal. I can KEEP things organized once there is a system in place, but I can't design it myself.

I need to make several phone calls today and I keep forgetting. ARG! Going to go pick the girls up from preschool and then I must remember.

Haphazard post. Sorry.

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Another playgroup with the Orthodox Homeschool group tomorrow. We need a name. I don't know what to call these other three women and their children in my journal. But I'm very happy they are there and the girls are so excited about playing with the other girls again. Did I mention all the kids are girls except one five month old baby boy? Wierd. In fact my PreK/K sunday school class, the one I've been teaching for a couple of months now, is made up of 12 little girls...and one poor, lonely boy. To top it off, the boy is the priests son, and lives up to the reputation of a PK. Who can blame him? Poor boy has a lot of strikes against him. Heh.

In a semi-related piece of news...on Sunday, the dad from the family that is hosting the playgroup, who is the husband of that woman I like so much (you know the Serbian physics professor turned homeschooling mom?), brought all four of his kids, a 5 yr old girl, 3 yr old twin girls, and a five month old baby boy, to church all by himself. To give his wife a break. Wow. Anyway, I was talking to him after the service and he said "E (his wife) is already talking about how awful it will be if you guys have to move in January. She is going to be devastated. What are the possibilities for staying here?" Okay, vanity rearing its head, but I was so totally shocked by that and taken aback and...it felt so good to hear that somone CARED if we exist or not...that I cried after we got home. I don't know how long it has been since I've had a budding friendship that showed that kind of promise. *sigh* I don't want to move again.

But...I'm crossing bridges before I get there. Who knows what the future holds? I'm slowly and painfully trying to learn to live in the now...for this day...for this moment. I can't look much beyond that, wouldn't do me much good if I could.