This is my life long lesson. My ever present reminder that I am not yet perfect. Just when I think I have learned the fine art of being "flexible"...I am sorely reminded, by my frustration...that I have oh...so so much more to learn.
We arrived back in the states on Wednsday, February 4th. The noble plans I had dreamed up in my organized mind. Starting back up homeschooling. What to do with the little ones, while I worked with the three older boys. Where they would all work the most productively. The first suitcase I unpacked and organized on two shelves...was our school materials.
In order to make up for all of our moving and packing this year...we started school the second week of October. We planned it that way. We were moving to another country, packing up an entire house, putting our things in storage, and packing for our trip down to Jamaica to live. Instead of starting and then stopping...then starting again in less than a month, we just decided to wait and start later. It works well, because we try to do year round schooling with just a few weeks of a break.
So here we are. Instead of doing school work, everyone is sick. Really sick. Little David has slept for 2 days straight. We have the flu...the 5-7 day flu. My house is a disaster area because I have been so dizzy, I can hardly stand. I thought today it was easing up a bit, so I cleaned up the kitchen...then had to lay down. I made a pot of homemade chicken soup, with Ellie holding onto my legs crying. No one really wanted to eat it though. I had a bowl, then lost it all. Kevin is feeling achy...but ate LASAGNA AND CHOCOLATE CAKE today!!! I can't even keep down Jello.
So I'm learning to be flexible, although in this situation, I really do not have much of a choice.