My everyday is one of staying home. I rock the baby. Feed the baby. And roll around in neverending piles of laundry and dishes. I wonder what to make for dinner.
It is an age-old battle fought by many a housewife, but nontheless a mini-battle of everyday. Epics could be written on the intricacies of that war.
But I digress.
My everyday is one of staying home. Thr play is with the baby. The books are read at naptime. We go for a run nearly everyday. It is an enjoyable life, one my husband works hard to provide for. He makes possible my dream of being a mommy.
Every now and then.
In fact probably more times than I care to admit.
My tired limbs wish I could just sit all day long. Yes. And read. Or sleep.
My laziness astounds me sometimes.
So I go to facebook to see if the world approves of my lack of motivation.
I have no doubt it will.
But then, with my status of semi-complaining halfway typed I realize I need to change.
My husband is off at work.
Just as tired as I am.
So I can stay home.
What a blessing. My thankfulness is not evident some days. But today I’m making a choice to change.
I’ll be happy and let my husband know (oh, I hope!) how happy he has made me by giving me this freedom.
So thank you, my hard-working man muscles loving me!
Today I choose joy.
And that is change enough for now.