Thanks to the plane rumbling over at 7 this morning we all got off to an unhappy start. I tried to recover, but my own attitude plummeted as the house became increasingly cluttered.
Gigi came to the rescue and has the boys now for a good time at their house with cousins Calista and Caylen. So I've managed to clean the gunky fridge door, straighten the deck, shower and repile some of the main living area's clutter. Also begged off duties as Board Treasurer at the meeting tonight. Time soon for a nap and cuddling with Claire. And then so soon my Love will be home to pick up the frazzled pieces of me if the nap fails to restore.
I want so much to make his house a home and a happy place to dwell. I'm remembering again the early days of bringing home a new child; it was the same with Micah. The company is not so frequent now, meals are dwindling, responsibilities falling back to me, and he's back to work. Balancing priorities is difficult; wanting the house put back together before he arrives to make it welcoming to him vs. just living and dealing with the "stuff" later that we might have happier children and mommy to return to. Will this balance ever be properly met?
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