I used to love a good morning home. I used to crave a rainy day when Emeline was little and easily entertained. An excuse to stay home and not have to run errands, or drag a child out in the rain, or get out of pajamas if I'm being honest. I mean, what's better than that?
I remember when I was a teacher, and seeing or hearing about someone staying home in the morning with their babies and it looked.so.good. It was so appealing and I prayed that someday that would be me. That I'd be able to have slow, peaceful mornings with my little family. I did, and was able to, and honestly? I loved that. Especially when Emeline was the only one.
It was easy to enjoy those mornings with one baby. I could still watch my own tv shows, since she had no opinion (to at least verbalize, haha), my schedule revolved around hers, I could sip my coffee in much more peace than I can now, she was still easily occupied by her sweet, little baby toys. I'd just rotate a few things, hop from the jumperoo to the walker to the pile o'toys on the floor, and she was happy as a clam.
My tune to the Stay At Home Mornings changed drastically when Emeline got older. She began getting bored with things here. She got into less trouble if we were out and about, running errands, or on a nice day spending it at a park or on a date with friends. She'd nap better, too. Obviously. I began needing those mornings out, too. I got exhausted answering the "may I have a snack?" question for the 290382908th time when we were home. It seemed like all she wanted was a dang snack and no matter how many fun activities I tried to come up with, nothing really seemed to excite her for too long. I'd feel guilty if I let her watch TV, and yet I had the whole work-from-home-still-parent balance to maintain and real legit work stuff to do. It was hard.
I began to dread a rainy day. I began to dread snow days. I just needed to get out, every day, and the ebb and flow of things was smooth.
Now? Now I have two kids, I have issues like whoa staying home any morning of the week. I get an overwhelming cabin-fever feel (isn't that silly?? it's ONE DAY), and I feel antsy and fidgety. I have issues. Actually, the only morning I really, really enjoy staying home is Saturday. When Daddy is home. We make a big breakfast. We explode the living room with toys. We take a long time cleaning up the kitchen. We discover toys that have been lost in the depths of the toy box for far too long. It's actually a really nice morning.
Now that preschool has been over and the structure of a few mornings a week that were determined are, well, less structured now, I'm especially grateful for my Y membership. I can workout. They can play. It provides a little break in the morning. Getting some energy out. Playing with friends. Usually I run into one or six people I know and we socialize, can workout together, or whatever. It makes the entire morning and afternoon go smoother if we can just get out of the house.
I've learned to maneuver my schedule and use my time differently. I take advantage of different hours of the day to work (that's a whole 'nother post). I really don't like at-home mornings anymore because they put me in a funk. And I mean, full at home mornings, because we're up pretty early and always home for a good, long time before we head out. But, we need to get out at some point in the mornings.
Are you the same? Or do you love being home with the kids? I find this goes in phases for me.
Whether you're home, reading this from the gym (hehe), or at work---enjoy your day. It's almost Friday.
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