The sun is shining, it’s warm and breezy- a perfect afternoon for sitting on the patio blowing bubbles with the kids.
My work is done for the day, I look at the clock. 4:00pm.
Day Care for both goes until 6:00pm. If I leave now we have plenty of time to enjoy this nice weather together.
But today, I am dragging my feet.
I turn back to my computer screen, check out my personal email, catch up on Facebook, look at some Instagram pictures….
4:15pm. Still time….
I shuffle through some papers. Make a phone call that could’ve waited. Revise an already revised document.
Not able to delay any longer, I get up. Sigh.
Why am I not happier to be getting home to my kiddo’s? Why am I dragging my feet?
No reason. The morning went smooth enough getting the girls ready, nothing to make me think, “ugh, don’t feel like dealing with that again!”
But alas, I drag.
I love being a mom. I love my kids. I love my life with my family. But sometimes I drag my feet getting home because right now, my office is MINE. I am alone and loving it.
When I get home, I am everyone elses. Both girls clamoring for my attention, the hubby trying to tell me something about a chimney collapse after I told him not to touch the chimney, the dog grabbing evertying she shouldn’t be grabbing to get attention because she needs to go out RIGHT NOW and Mahlie needs a snack RIGHT NOW because she’s starving and Sarah needs something RIGHT NOW because she is crying face down on the floor.
So some days, instead of meeting those demands for my attention with a laugh and a “oh my goodness my family has gone crazy!”, I avoid it and stay in my office, alone, until the very last minute.
Not because I don’t love my family more than anything on earth.
Just somedays, you drag your feet.
Do you ever avoid going home? Leave me a comment on how you drag your feet!
Have a great crazy day!