panting vs yawning

Breathe...sigh...deep breath... I am not a sprinter. Not really even a jogger! I "get places" using a myriad of styles and paces. Of course this is a metaphor for my life. I am not sure if I should seek a source to blame for my foible, or just chalk it up to a mixture of nature and nurture, but consistency, in all of my domain, is pretty well infinitesimal. November always brings me to a place that I find this state of mind even more exaggerated. A chasm between a long anticipated favorite month, October, and the busy Thanksgiving and Christmas seasons. Of course, our school schedule, or should I say, lack of it, suffers greatly. I am not to the point of being worried, but it is a nagging tug at my conscience incessantly. I flounder between the urge to enjoy the sun filled cool afternoons in leisure, and the need to "get busy" with the ever present requirement to complete the lesson plan as set forth. I conclude on this day, that a year round approach to completing the yearly studies would work best, leaving me the freedom to enjoy these days, and not succumb to the feeling of "guilt", but make the most of it, and indulge in the liberty homeschooling allows and take the time to fill our days with laughter, love and (dare I say it...) leisure. Push the guilt away...push...push...sigh...