Is This Your Day?

And are you happy with it?


This question was posed to be by my wonderful, yet baffled, husband the other day.


It made me have to stop and think.

Am I?

Why, yes, I am.

There are days that things are monotonous, but overall, I feel that God gave us the opportunity for me to stay home and I am not going to give it up.

Housework stinks and homeschooling is a chore...
There are days that I sometimes wish that Riky and I could trade places.

But, on the other hand, Riky would go crazy here. He has been mostly off for about 6 weeks and he can't stand not having something to do. There is plenty to do, but it just doesn't stay done.

And I did work for a few months while I was pregnant with Jeffrey and Michael was about 2. I HATED IT. Michael and I were both in tears when I dropped him off. I watched the clock and worried all day. I was so relieved when I quit working and came back home, but I think that having gone through that, I am better at not thinking of working as an option.

I have tons of time with the boys. I know them better than they know themselves. I don't miss a thing in their lives. I know who they are around at all times. They are entrusted into my care and I would be selfish to try to change that.

I actually would love to have more children and raise them for the Lord. The boys that we have are wonderful and it is not just by default or genetics. It is hard work. Riky and I both work hard to "train them up in the way they should go."

So, yes, this is my day. Every day basically looks the same and I hardly ever leave the comfort of our property. I get little "girl time", and do all of my errands with three boys, I clean things in the morning that get messed up by noon, I sometimes don't get out of my jammies until after Riky gets home, I don't have an immaculate home, I have a schedule that should (in theory) keep my house clean ~~ and there are days when I look around and wonder if I did anything that day~~, I don't get sick days, I don't get long lunches, I don't get down time, and my day never ends, I fall into bed exhausted at the end of a loooong day...

I do get time. I have time with my boys. I have time to listen, cuddle, love them. I have time to spend with them now, when it counts. I have time to think about Riky and what a sacrifice he has to make to enable me to stay home, of what a good man he is, of how far we have come, of the odds we have beaten, of how much I love him.

If we so choose, when the boys are grown, I could get a job and I probably will, because I can't imagine me ever getting used to an abundance of quiet.

It's kinda creepy.