We had big plans to go to Grandpa and Grandma's this weekend. Flu season has been raging in our little villa for the past month or so, and of course it showed up here on Thursday night. It really hasn't been that bad, but Grandparents get kind of grumpy when you leave them with the latest illness every time you come to visit. We decided to divide and conquer. I stayed home with sickos, and others that were sick of being in cars, and Rick took the healthy and happy up north. The homebodies decided to take a walk through the arboretum yesterday. It was an absolutely fabulous fall day. We gathered leaves, berries, sticks, and even a few bugs. K-man gathered specimens for his science projects, and the girls gathered pretty fall things to decorate with. I, of course, left my camera at home. When we got home Bronster made this lovely centerpiece.
Having a few days to hang around the house with my children has been quite nice. Rick and I have had several "if you only had six months to live" conversations, and this weekend I think I did what I would do if I only had six months to live. I would spend time with my kids. I would talk to them, and walk with them, and just spend time with them. They really are my life. I have invested everything I have in them, and I wouldn't change a thing. I had decided to try to find a part time job recently to make a little extra money to help mostly cover activity costs for all the sports and activities the children do. What I discovered after one week was that the cost of me being away from home was not worth what I could bring home. I need to be here keeping up with the laundry, making every one's schedules work, getting food on the table and in the lunch boxes, getting people to practice and games on time, making sure everyone gets to bed at a reasonable hour. If that means we can't play every sport, or take every music lesson it is okay. Spending time together at home is far more important. The one thing I need to be more diligent about it writing things down. If I did only have a few months left with my family, all I would have to leave them is what I have learned in my 39 years under the sun. I need to leave them my memories. My blog has been an easy way to do this, but of course the whole world doesn't need to know everything about me, so I will keep some things private. It is good to know that at the end of the day there isn't much I would change about my life. God has been very good to me, and my children have been a great investment, I couldn't have given my life for a more worthy cause.
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What a meaningful post. It just brought tears to my eyes especially about this weekend and how special it was. True, we never know how long we are here and we have to make it our best every moment of it. Its so easy to get distracted and not give your family the fullest. I am glad you decided not to go part-time. Very true, just less sports and/or lessons will do the trick. The work force is brutal anyway. Rather it be part/or full time. To have to listen to women all day on how glad that they are at work and don't have to deal with their kids at home,how their kids get on their nerves after being with them all weekend, badmouthing their husbands, and the story goes on. All of this is painful and its the greatest blessing to be home with your family. I hope I can be in your shoes one day and would be willing to cut back on so much.
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