Thursday, December 11, 2008

I Want to Be Home More.

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.

2 comments:

Aly-Rae said...

Amen! I have really enjoyed "feathering my nest" lately. Or just relaxing in my nest. I could sit for hours and work on my jigsaw puzzle and sip tea in my fuzzy slippers. Maybe it's the weather or maybe God made the weather like that to encourage us to relax. Ahhhh...(That's a sigh not a scream)

Renovation Girl said...

I can sooooo relate to this one and actually have a post half-written about it. I felt the same way when Builder Boy was a baby-trapped. I knew the day would come when he would be in school (only 3 half-days now, but still) and I wanted to savor it, but gosh it will still so hard. Now, we're constantly running here and there and all I want to do is nest. Cook, bake, clean (yep, even me!), etc.