Our evenings often revolve around the Two Little Bits that live with us and Barry and I have had our moments recently where we’ve just started cracking up at the two of them because they basically rule HBHQ nowadays.
We don’t mind. See yesterday’s post if you wonder why we’re fine with it this way.
I’m a Stay at Home Mom, which is really, really weird. Not weird in the sense that my life is oh-so-strange, but more weird in the sense that I no longer have a paycheck that appears in my bank account at the end of each month. Sure, we’re going to miss the big bucks that I was earning teaching and the option of buying things that we simply wanted and didn’t really need.
BUT,
because of the choice that we made for me to stay home, we’re getting more. More time together. More morning snoozes. More leisurely walks to work with Barry. More homemade, sit-down meals. More laughter. More goal setting. More mini-vacations. More intentional wants. More playtime. More grandparent visits. More evening strolls and game playing.
More.
I don’t consider myself a selfish person, but in this case I really, really want more of this.
Lots more.