It’s 3:00, and my house is quiet. And not because the stars have aligned, and everyone is napping. (Though really, a 3:00 nap never results in anything good come bedtime.)
No, it’s quiet because my girls are having their first overnight with the grandparents! There really ought to be a spot in the baby books for that milestone.
I’ve never had this much time alone at my house without my kids. At least, not in past 3.5 years. It’s strange. And wonderful. And relaxing. And lonely. And productive. All at the same time.
In the past five hours, I’ve learned a few things…
1. I talk to myself. A lot. Thankfully, under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t know because there are usually two kids around me, giving the illusion that I’m talking to them.
2. I can be productive. I’ve already done the dishes, planned for our church’s moms’ group, gone swimming, mopped, made lunch, done laundry, planned date night, and written a blog post. Seems pretty good for 3:00 on a Monday.
3. I like my kids. I mean, that’s not a shocker. I knew that I liked them. But I actually miss them! And it’s only been 5 hours!!
4. My house can be quiet. Really quiet. And it’s weird. I think I’ll go put some music on…
5. I can get a snack and not have to share (or hide). Enough said.
I am thankful for this time alone. And I am thankful for the reminder that I really do love being a stay-at-home mom–even though I often feel tired and unproductive and unimportant. Spending my days with my two precious girls is such a gift! And sometimes it just takes a day alone to remember that.