It's a good thing I don't live with my momma!! Man, am I lazy! All I do is snooze, and eat, and read, and eat, and piddle and eat. For the first couple of days I really enjoy it. But then I become such a sluggard that even I disgust myself!! It makes me realize how much I love all I do at home. So, why don't I do those things here, and even give my mom a break from doing it herself? I don't have the answer to that. I guess for the same reason why others tell me how helpful my kids are when they are at their houses, yet I have to beg them to throw their laundry down the chute that is a half foot from their pile of dirty laundry.
And it throws my kids, at least my little ones. They are not used to seeing me just sitting, doing nothing. Brynne keeps asking me, "What are you doing?" Well, the same thing I've been doing for the last 7 hours ... nothing. She seems stressed by that! And she's bored. She follows me around all day, moving from room to room, discussing the task(s) at hand. She's not used to being in one room for this long at a time.
I know that within two hours of being home I will be feeling the effects of being a hard-working mom, will be knee deep in laundry and other messes and will be feeling totally taken advantage of. But, honestly, I wouldn't change that for anything. I love being on my feet all day, giving to my family, taking care of them, and going to bed exhausted with that feeling of accomplishing something! I hope that I don't take that for granted. It's an amazing life I get to live!