Perspective

When I used to work out of the house, I remember getting a day off during the week and spending the entire thing at home. I would wake up late. Sit in front of the tv with my bowl of cereal (at 11am). Not shower until 3pm. And put my pjs back on after I did shower. It was glorious. And then Ian would come home and think I was a freak.

Fast forward to now. I spend a lot of my time at home. I now find leaving the house like a breath of fresh air. Of course, when I am too busy and out of the house too much, I don't like it, but that's not my point. Getting out of the house and going on walks with the kiddos is one of my favorite things. Just being outside is a glorious thing to me. Breathing in fresh air. The kids strapped in their stroller, sitting there quietly. The sun (or even rain) hitting my face. It makes me so happy.

Its like back when I used to take the bus everywhere. It is just time to myself. Time to clear my head and enjoy myself. Stopping to smell the roses, if you will. I like that time. No distractions. Nothing to clean, pick up or do. It gives me perspective. It lets me clear my head. It lets me stretch my legs. And it lets me get out of the house.