Road weary

The summer of weddings and travel and triathlons and visiting friends and family was fantastic, but I think I’m tired of being out of town down to my very soul! I’m so, so excited to be home in my quiet little house for a while.

Since May, we’ve spent no fewer than eight weekends away from home. Many of those times involved working a full day, then driving to Baton Rouge or New Orleans, getting to bed way too late, and then getting to bed late all weekend long because of various parties or events we had to attend. We would also usually smush in as much visiting with old friends in BR and NOLA as we could. When coupled with the fact that Gabriel sleeps more lightly when we’re away from home (as do we, because we have to sleep in the same room with him when we go out of town), we would spend most of those weekends tired and get home on Sunday evening tired.  

Here is the dilemma though: We love visiting our friends and families and participating in major family weddings and events, but when we get back to Houston and we’re crabby and exhausted and behind on laundry and have no food in the house, sometimes it’s hard for me to tell if all of our travels have left a bitter or a sweet taste in my mouth.

And don’t think I don’t realize that I should probably amend that sentence to say, “when I’m crabby and exhausted and behind on laundry and have no food in the house.” A wife and mother is the heart of her home (at least in this house) and I’ve come to realize that my mood affects my boys so much more than I know. If I can’t pull myself together, it seems like we all suffer.

So, enough about my road weariness, because I’m one happy little momma that I have a free and clear couple of months ahead of me!! My goals? Do some baby book reading, sneak in a Jane Austen and chocolate movie night with my friends, work on the invading weeds in my front yard, and start getting regular exercise again.