My children and I are together 24/7. Well, pretty much. There is the weekly church nursery stay. And the very occassional times Mike watches them for me to run to the grocery store. That happens about once a month. And the very, very occassional date night. We’ve had 2 in almost 7 months. (Not including our incredible cruise the end of November.)
Sometimes I find myself feeling sorry for myself. Wishing I could get out a little more. Don’t get me wrong. I love my children fiercely!! I’m so blessed to stay home with them. But sometimes I just crave a few moments. Especially, since Elle has gotten so active.
Yes, I could hire a babysitter or find a mother’s morning out program but when you move to a new area where you don’t know anyone its hard. I’m particular about who watches my children. You have to be. Normally, we would find a sitter who goes to church with us but we found a church 35 minutes from our house. No sitter wants to drive that distance.
Yes, Mike could watch them a little more. But my husband works hard long hours. On top of that, when he is home I want to be with him. I guess I’m needy like that. But I just really enjoy my time with him. The thought of being out alone when he is at home with the kids isn’t appealing to me. If I am going to be away from him I want it to be worth it…. like hanging out with a friend.
I found the way I remedy my down feelings is praise and worship music and having fun with my children. This actually works wonders for me.
I had one of these moments yesterday so I threw on the new Bethel album, and Luke and I made brownies for life group together and then had some photobooth fun. Very therapeutic!
We became underwater fish.
Rode a roller coaster.
Went through a light tunnel.