We left a week ago today....

I can't believe it has only been a week since we left San Diego. It feels like a few at least. Things are going really well. I am starting to really miss my husband. The good news is that we got an awesome offer on the house in SD yesterday. I hope with all my heart that everything goes smoothly. He needs to be here. He will love it too. This morning I discovered that my cell phone will work on the porch. This is very exciting because I have been unable to chat on the phone after I put the kids to bed. It would have required I walk out to the end of the driveway...in the dark...by myself. Wild animals...Bears are a reality here. So tonight, I will be able to make a phone call a few feet from my front door. Yesterday, #2 swung the porch swing into #5s face. It caught him right above the eye. First black eye and he's not even one. We were lucky he didn't need stiches. I am quickly coming to terms with how often the kids are going to get hurt here. When you have this many children you tend to asses things from a point of survival. It may be an accident waiting to happen but if it's an accident they can survive...I usually let them roll with it. I set up a majority of the classroom. Homeschooling is beginning to scare me. Im beginning to think I want a big yellow bus to take them away for 8 hours a day. It is an incredible about of material. I am second guessing my ability but I am going to try. That yellow bus will be there if I change my mind. My parents are being super helpful. My mother is only slightly nagging which is huge for her. I have found myself asking her to stop, trying to set boundaries, which is huge for me. I think we are off to a good start. They had a bountiful harvest of yellow squash. I felt obligated to make something with them. Last night for dinner we had squash enchiladas. Believe it or not, they were delicious. In the last week I have worked harder than I have in my whole life. I know it wont get any easier. I accept the challenge. Truth is, I am extremely proud of myself. I have never been prouder. Almost makes it sound like hard work and pride go hand in hand. Huh? Who knew?