I have just had two home days, (or 1.5 as I went to Church on Sunday morning). I have not left the house for two days, not to go to the shop, or visit a friend. The furtherest we have travelled has been to the letter box.
I know that doesn’t seem like a huge achievement and I know a lot of people who would love to have two days at home, but for me with the two little girls, I get to a stage in the day where I look at them and say, “ok we are going out”.
But after Saturday, I knew I needed recovery time, I knew taking the girls anywhere was not good idea, especially with Mr away. I knew my house need some TLC after the neglect of the past few days, and I knew my kids needed some real one-on-one time with mum. So I have stayed home, and you know what I’ve survived. The dishes got done, I cooked nutritious meals instead of something from the freezer (let’s not talk about whether the girls ate it!), and beautiful friends have visited us and brightened up our day.
Tomorrow I don’t have a choice, tomorrow we have to leave the house, but I think the whole family (and the house) has benefitted from a little recovery.