Are we ever really happy? Are we capable of being happy?
When I was working, I wanted to be home with my kids. Now that I am home, I don’t want to be working, but I want…something.
I love watching Patrice play. I love talking to her throughout the day. I am so relieved I am home right now as we battled lice (we have come out the victors) and now are dancing with the stomach virus.
But that’s what I am–home. I don’t go anywhere, I don’t do anything. My claim to fame this week? I washed, folded and put away ALL THE LAUNDRY. Okay wait, that is a HUGE claim to fame and I am very proud…but back to our regularly scheduled programming…
I am lonely. I don’t go to Bible Studies. I haven’t even been to church. I go grocery shopping once a week.
I told my hubby earlier today that I was going to go out when he got home. But then realized what I really want is people, and if I go somewhere I will be alone. So, I’m better off staying home.
Am I alone in this conundrum? Do any of you mamas feel it? How do you deal with it?