Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Lately I've been feeling really grateful about staying home with the kids. Grateful in that "I'm getting away with something" kind of gratitude. I have not earned one penny since Isaac was born, but I've spent a whole lot of pennies on fabric and stickers and papers and other craft essentials. How is it that I am getting away with this?
Do you wonder that too?
Lately I've been appreciating our pace. I like that since my main job is maintaining the home and family, I have time for just that. The last few weeks I've been working on not feeling rushed. Not rushing around. Taking the time I have for the things I need to do. Leaving a few minutes early to pick up Andrew, allowing time for Isaac to jump in a few puddles on the way. I'm trying to stop fighting time.
Yesterday Dave was home and resting, getting over a cold. And Isaac and I carried on with our Monday thing, as though he wasn't here. And doing my daily thing, with another adult around to see how it all goes down, was really enlightening to me. Here, I've been feeling pleasantly guilty about getting away with staying home. And it was clear that Dave had no idea what all happened in weekday at home...and was sufficiently impressed. And seeing that, I was sufficiently impressed too.
It's so nice having a job you love.
Even if the pay isn't so tangible.
Posted by Dave at 6:23 AM