Mindy's Non-Adventures

Hello friends. Today is the day I make the mental switch from "care-free, let's just be flexible and do what we want" Mindy to School Mindy. Yes, they are different people. If Beyonce can have a stage persona, I can have a Summer Mindy. Maybe I should name her. I'm open to suggestions. In any case, I briefly went over my son's reading assignments for the week this morning, told the kids to make me a back to school wish list, packed up my laptop and planner, and landed at Starbucks to complete the mental transition. I woke up this morning with a weird mixture of anxiety and mopiness. At first, I thought it was because my husband's trip was unexpectedly extended. Then I checked my lady app and realized I was 6 days out from celebrating another month of no new babies so that explained most of the mopiness. Then I remembered we need to do school stuff, and that was when Anxiety Mindy kicked in. I can't straddle summer and school. I simply cannot function hal...

Well friends, we're halfway through July. It's hard to believe, but we'll be back to our school schedule in a few short weeks. After a busier summer than usual, we've gotten into the home stretch. I have very little scheduled in the next few weeks so we'll be making good use of those waterpark passes we bought this spring and hopefully take a few trips to the beach. I'll continue to do some deep cleaning in our house because Lord knows it's not going to happen once school really gets going. I mean, I'm going to try, but once I get into the homeschool doldrums, things like mopping get pushed deep off my radar. Can you get ahead on mopping? Like, if I mop every day for the next few weeks, will that cover all the weeks in the school year I won't mop? If someone asked me about my mopping habits, I could say on average I mop about once a week. That's a summer of mopping followed by a school year of minimal mopping. Maybe I shouldn't tell you how...

Okay friends, Honduras. I'm ready to talk about it. I think. For the few unfortunate people that saw me on Friday, I kind of word vomited random Honduras experiences at them. I think I have a better grasp on the week now so you're safe. In general, I felt like Honduras was a constant clash of extremes. The setting was unbelievable. I kept saying everything was beautiful because I couldn't think of the right words to cover it. Everything was also rough. There was a raw edge to the place that we simply don't have here, at least not that I've ever seen. It made my slice of the world seem very sanitized. Don't get me wrong. I like sanitized, but I liked seeing a world not quite as manicured as the one I live in. Both are beautiful in their own way. Anyway, enough of that. Here are the details. First, let's get some things out of the way. Honduras is different from South Carolina. Yes, there are people riding horses for transportation. Most of the roads outside...

Well folks, I'm home. After nearly 2 weeks of traveling to Asheville and then Honduras, I have seen a much more varied and colorful spectrum of the world than I usually see in my corner of South Carolina. I feel quite confident in saying that after spending 8 days in Honduras, I know exactly how to fix immigration, Honduras, and modern missions. We just need to.... just kidding. I have absolutely no flipping idea how to fix any of it. Not a single bit. =D I'll definitely be writing up a post on all the things we saw and did in Honduras for those of you that are interested, but I need to work through my big ideas first. Leading up to our trip, I read different articles and posts on what to expect when I get home. I expected and prepared to feel a rush of anger at the excess I'm surrounded by. Maybe that will come in time, but that's not the feeling I'm getting yet. I expected to have a difficult time dealing with the disparity between the two cultures, but what str...