Every time I say, "I would/could never..." it happens. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson.
I would never live in that neighborhood. Built a house there.
I would never drive a mini-van. Dodge Grand Caravan. And even loved it!
I would never move away from Colorado. Moved to California.
I would never move to Phoenix. Ahem.
I would never cut my hair short again. Ahem.
I could never homeschool my children. It's official. We're definitely homeschooling next year. And so stinkin excited about it we can hardly stand it.
I'm in the process of giving the girls some placement tests to help figure out some specific math curriculum, but we'll be doing Sonlight next year and learning all about American history together. I love that there's so much reading together in the program. I love to read aloud!
They'll also be learning to plan menus, stay within a grocery budget, cook, clean, do laundry, and a bunch of other things.
The funny thing is, every time I say "I'd never..." I end up loving whatever it is.
Just so y'all know: I would never win the lottery. (Think it'll work?!)