Josiah's 2nd First Day of School!

Well, for 1st grade, anyway. I guess he had a first day of kindergarten last year.
Anyway. Josiah started first grade at the public school yesterday. He's been homeschooling this year with me so far. I committed to re-evaluating at the end of 1st semester to see how the boys are each doing. Conrad being in kindergarten at the school and Josiah in first grade at home. Both are really doing well in math, I'm amazed by them. Josiah has a puzzle-brain and when he figures out the pattern or code for a new math concept, he takes off with it. Conrad is plugging along right with the first graders! Both struggle with reading, but are progressing and getting better each day.
So in re-evaluating, praying, and talking with the boys and Zach, we made the decision to have Josiah go back to public school. The road was cleared ahead of us and when I met with the teacher, things seemed to fall right in place. The class is K-2 together with one teacher, but there are only 7 kids total, including Josiah since one kid moved away over Christmas break. Conrad is the only kindergartner and Josiah is one of 3 1st graders. He knows them all from going there last year and going to after school program this year. Both boys are excited about the change. He will only go half-days with Conrad and we will do extra work at home when Brenden is napping.
So now I have mornings with only a toddler pulling at me, never-ending housework, plans to work at Camp occasionally, spend a morning a week or every other week in the classroom with the boys, wilderness medicine classes coming up that need to be prepped, and a million projects. This is why Josiah is back in school. I'm not managing my load appropriately. I'm cranky, stressed, never play with the kids anymore, and pretty much secluded. Yes, I do realize that this is not going to fix everything. But it sure is going to help!!!
I thank God for his provision, guidance, and grace! It's easy for me to consider myself a failure, but I see this falling into place nicely and I remember that maybe this was the plan all along. Not failing, but following. Though I still feel like crying.