Staying home has exceeded my high expectations, but I still have those moments when I miss some of the small things about working, like encouraging feedback, seeing friends daily, coffee and bagel runs and my black high heels. (I haven't broken out those babies in a loooooong time, primarily because I would look ridiculous in them at the library story time and would probably puncture a tiny hand.) Oh and my gray herringbone trousers. Love them. Miss them.
But I wasn't thinking about any of those things yesterday.
The day started for Joe by waking up at 4:30 a.m. to get ready for a charrette two hours away; I blissfully slept in until 7:30 a.m.
Madeline and I began our morning errands at Jo-Ann Fabrics to buy material for my first sewing project. To all my crafty friends: is it normal for people to whip out their own measuring tape to double-check the fabric-cutter person? I thought it was slightly ridiculous to make sure you have every millimeter but maybe it's common.
Then it was off to story time at the library. It's a very simple part of our routine but I love watching Madeline run around with the other kiddos, mimic the hand gestures during the songs, try to sit on the librarian's lap for every book and get so excited about the giant Lego statue, you would think she's never seen it before.
After the library, we made a quick trip to Target which always makes a day better.
At home, I had a ginormous pile of dishes to do after last night's dinner party. We don't have a dishwasher and I dread washing dishes. But I didn't mind today because this was my view:
While I washed the dishes, Madeline bobbed her head and wiggled her body to a Veggie Tales worship CD while reading her favorite books. She loves to read and dance to that CD, which, surprisingly, I'm not ready to smash into smithereens after the 439th time of hearing it. I wish I could show you video of her dancing and head-bobbing. She would definitely be a finalist on "So You Think You Can Dance."
And that is what I love most about being home: I get to introduce almost everything to her, like reading and praising God, and then watch her enjoy doing them.
It's not all easy. I promise, staying at home is not always days like yesterday. Some days:
- are hard, frustrating, isolating and never-ending.
- I think parenting is a bigger responsibility than I'm capable of handling.
- I think, "If I have to sweep under that high chair one more time today, I will go clinically insane."
- are like the night before when the aforementioned dinner party started by everyone else eating while I bathed a poop-covered child.
(P.S. Wednesdays are our errand/fun day so this was not a typical day. If only...)