God has blessed me with the ability to stay home with my children. I haven’t gotten the patience part of that blessing yet, but we can “afford” for me to stay home. So WHY OH WHY am I so stressed, depressed, angry, frusterated, the list goes on!!? I’m not at work, which was extremely stressful (so I thought). I’m just home spending time with my children…right.
When all is said and done I’ve gotten two forms of advice about my dilema. My mom says to go back to work, I don’t belong here. My husband says to see the happy side of things. Although both of these sets of advice intially made me angry, I’m gonna pick one and roll with it. What the worst that can happen? The day already stinks. Even though my husband is rarely right, (compaired to me) I’m going to go with his advice. Here is a gratitude list (wineymomma would love this!).
A= Aunt Debbie / B=Blogging / C=Cookies / D=Daddy / E=Emmie / F=Friends / G= God / H=Husband / I=Income Tax returns / J=Jokes / K=Kittens / L=Love / M=motherhood / N=Naps / O=Others / P=Peanuts / Q=Questions / R=Ryan / S=Safety / T=Tickles / U=Underwear / V=Visitors / W=Women / X=Xanax / Y=youthfulness / Z=zoo
I do feel better. I guess he’s right sometimes.
