The Sweet Spot

I think about it every day. Every night. I send prayers of thanks. I gush to my husband.

I LOVE THIS!

Today marks the end of my third week at home with the kids. Three weeks already, I know right! I wasn't really sure what to expect being home every day - would I regret my decision? Would I wish for work and 'adult' conversation? Would I run out of things to do?

All that worry was for nothing. We're plenty busy, I am absolutely shocked however I really don't miss the day-to-day grind as I expected to and without question I do not regret my decision for one second. Not one.

Some little changes I've observed:
- the kids stay up a little later as they can nap and sleep in as they wish (this is great for Daddy, who has some additional 'bought' time with them)
- my back and neck rarely hurt. Interesting how stress always drove right into my neck and shoulder muscles. I haven't felt ANYTHING in three weeks! And that little back episode I had in January? No sign of anything like it.
- Nolan's meltdowns are fewer in duration and frequency. Thank God for this one!
- Once important tasks fall by the wayside more often, in favor of time for myself, my kids and my marriage. My desk is still a mess at home (I promise I'll clean soon honey!) yet it bothers me less than ever before.

I've also been privvy to many moments of beauty as my children interact and care for each other. Don't get me wrong, they fight like cats and dogs all day, but there is deep real love shared between them. At a photo session this morning, Brooklyn was scared of the fuzzy bunnies used as photo props. Without question Nolan stepped in, spoke to his 'princess' and told her it was ok and let's do it together. Talk about melting my heart! The photographer even quipped, "He's an amazing big brother. You've done something so right with that little guy!"

I think I've found the sweet spot. It's nestled between my two little monkeys.