I love my job. Let me reiterate: I love my job. I thought that I loved my job when I worked as a bank teller. In hindsight, I really liked that job, but I didn't love it. I LOVE being a stay-at-home wife and mother. I find so much pleasure and fulfillment in keeping house, cooking meals, and taking care of my two boys!
This isn't to say that there aren't moments when I wish that the laundry would fold itself, or that Eli would stop whining, or that we lived closer to take-out. But most of the time I am so happy with my life at home that it doesn't even feel like work to me.
Today, with a cool, fresh breeze blowing in through my windows and my sweet boys down for their nap, I can't imagine anything I would rather do than turn on a sermon and sit and fold laundry. I'm not even being sarcastic!
I never thought I would be this type. My childhood was filled with dreams of motherhood, yes, but also fabulous riches, a big-city life and a house that kept itself clean. Reality is surprisingly much more satisfying.
Can you tell I'm having a good day? My birthday present arrived this morning [and looks like I bought it just in time, the price increased by $50!], my toddler did not have lunch time total meltdown as he has been doing lately, but instead happily ate all of his soup, a large bowl of coleslaw and wanted more!
Life is great.