When we moved to our farm last Christmas, I was so excited to finally have a big closet that would contain all our homeschooling stuff.
Yep, this mom and that closet had a great plan.
The problem was, however, schoolish type things at our new farm somehow always ended up happening in our finished basement.
That homeschooling closet? It was on the top floor of the house. Two flights of stairs from where school normally happened.
And so, this past weekend, we moved all the stuff from that school closet and made a spot for it in the basement.
That's the problem with mom's plans. They often end up getting changed.
Plans changing reminds me of the day awhile back that my oldest son was abnormally happy. Jovial. In seriously awesome spirits.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I've just really liked learning this past week", he said.
"Yeah," he said. "Because...well, everything was planned out."
I'm sure my mouth dropped open.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, I like things better when they are planned out. When I know what is happening. I like plans."
He likes plans? My school plan was to kinda be free of plans.
That's the thing with mom's plans, though. They often end up getting changed. :)