I am just discovering this about myself.
When the boys were first born, I felt trapped at home and I dreamed of the days when I could get out and shop or run errands or just see the sky once in awhile. I have recently graduated into those days, and can I tell ya? I miss being at home!
Part of it is not being 100% healthy. By the time I run the errands, pick up the boys from their schools, and throw in a stop here and there I am much too tired to do anything once I get home. Mark helps out a ton, so it isn't like we are buried under dirty laundry or anything (clean laundry and the dining room table is another story though...), but things aren't the way I want them to be. Because I am easily tired, I need things to run smoothly here. These days, I find myself enjoying keeping house and getting organized. Maybe its all those Amish fiction books I have been reading lately, but I get such joy out of being a homemaker.
Today it is rainy and cold (and possibly snowy later this afternoon, but this PA girl is usually not impressed with winter precipitation in these parts). I have picked up the house and have some laundry going. I love getting those things done. I love having Marshall follow me around from room to room, happy for my company. I love that it smells like apples and cinnamon right now. I love that I have every intention of turning on the fireplace and the Christmas tree lights, grabbing my library book (yes, another one about Amish), and reading for a few minutes.
Time at home seems to be harder to come by and more desirable than ever. Every minute here (especially when it is quiet and I can accomplish some things uninterrupted) is precious. There is something deep within me that wants this to be a sanctuary for my family - physically, emotionally, and spiritually. But I know that takes work.
I want to be home more.