Confession: Sometimes I really don't enjoy the days that we stay home all day and it hasn't always been this way. A few years ago, when I just had one child, staying home all day was one of my favorite things. The house would be peaceful and it was even clean most of the time.
Fast forward a couple of years and yes, I still feel that days at home are important but, do I always enjoy them? No. Right now, a day at home means more messes...like a lot of messes. It means that I try and patiently answer 100 questions about things like "Did God make the firetrucks?" and it means that often by the end of the day, I feel like I just want to get out and run for the hills.
In the back of my mind, I know that the days where we don't have to run around should be celebrated because quite often, we do have a packed calendar. In a few short years, the kids will have busy schedules and I'll miss the days of simply being with them.
At 11am today, Judah said "Mommy! We forgot to take naps today!" He said this because it literally felt like 6pm at our house. We'd played outside, done laundry, baked cookies, colored at the table, watched Barney and yes....it was only 11am.