My Day Off

Today I am taking the day off to do all the things I should be doing anyway but can't ever seem to get done because I'm too busy doing things that have to be done first.

If you totally understood what I said in that last sentence by reading it just once, you get me. If not, you may never, so just shake your head and give us a courtesy read.

Today I am not leaving the house except to pick the kids up from school. After I push publish on this, no more blogging. No Facebook. No meetings. No errands. No returns. No drop-offs. No PTA. No Stores. No Church. And ... NO GUILT!

It's just me, my family, my house and my God. I was actually happily singing praise songs as I scrubbed the toilet this morning because it has been so long since I could just sit and scrub the toilet! I'm even getting a bit tingly thinking of putting the laundry away...and you know how I usually detest laundry. But for the first time in, well... I can't even remember how long, I am staying home.

I going to attempt to do housework, cook a good meal from scratch (without going to the store), play "kitchen" with my 2 year old, give my 7 year old my undivided attention while he reads "The Little's" to me for 20 minutes tonight, and help my sweet tween diva clean up her closet just because I want to and she needs help. And I might even squeeze in a non-cell phone conversation with my husband when he gets home! It's been far too long since I did any of these things, especially considering these are the things I am here to do. This is what I thought I would do everyday when Rob and I decided all those years ago that I would stay home with our kids. What happened?

I fully admit that I had no idea how hard it would be for me to be a stay home Mom. The self imposed balance, structure and discipline required just don't come easily for me. However, I love everything that I do. I love being involved and active. I love my life. But I really don't like the constant rush, the hurry, and the feeling that there is NEVER enough time to get it all done. I don't like the person I become when my life gets too busy and my to-do list is so long I cannot see the end of it.

Perhaps I just need to make myself take a day off more often to do what I need to do at home for those I am supposed to be staying home for. Maybe I'm too much of a weenie to do all this stuff I try to do. Maybe it's just the season. Perhaps I've let my life stray from the purpose God gave me. Perhaps it's a bit of all these things. Perhaps. I'll ponder that as I relish this day at home.

But just in case I get all caught up in things again and forget, would someone please remind me of this glorious September day, documented here by this post, when I made the time to be what and who I wanted to be and to do what needs to be done, and how very, very wonderful it was? Thanks!