SETTING WITH THE SUN by Amanda Almond

Some days are a real struggle...

As a homeschooling mom to four small children, who has a husband that works extremely long hours, I barely make it through most days. Each sunrise meets a rooster crowing and little ones stirring…so early. It’s breakfast, school work, lunch, outside time, dinner, baths, bed. Throw in the time spent cooking meals, washing clothes and dishes, errands, financial planning, writing, reading…you get the idea.

This mommy, like all others, wears a lot of different hats. That being said, at the end of the day, when the sun is finally setting, and I realize that the end of the running, juggling, crazy hassle is reaching it's near, this mom can breathe a sigh of relief, crawl into the bed, and just let it all go. Tomorrow is another day…

Setting with the Sun

by Amanda Almond

The sun is setting on yet another day

And with it carrying my hassles far below the horizon

Night is upon us

What’s left undone must wait

Dinner to replenish my physical strength

Shower to wash away the struggles of the day

It’s time for my weary eyes to rest

Prayers to freshen my soul

Hit reset…

At dawn, my spirit is restored

Amanda Almond: I am a former Kindergarten teacher, leaving the profession to be a stay-home mom to my first-born child, a daughter. Now, almost 8 years later, I am still a stay-home, but also find myself once again teaching. This time around, I am teaching my own kids. I am now a homeschooling mommy. I spend a lot of time with just my 4 girls because my husband is a truck driver. Our favorite place is the outdoors and we love exploring state parks. I have recently decided to begin sharing my life with anyone who would like to read my stories. It is therapeutic for me and hopefully someone can benefit from reading about our wild and crazy life. You can see more of my work on Facebook or by visiting my blog, Peanut Butter in My Hairbrush.

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