I’m home right now.

That may not sound like much- I’m home right now– but for years I have been juggling full-time work and motherhood and travel.

It’s frustrating and I’m going stir crazy.

It’s wonderful as I am reminded how a day passes and no emails were answered or conference calls taken. I’ve arranged crayons and wiped up breakfast instead.

It’s forced me to slow down, watch my children closer, become annoyed with the clutter around my house, plot bigger, grander plans for work, life, and play.

I’m home right now.

Instead of packing for my next trip, I’m making dinner and cleaning the dishes. I’m showing my daughter how to wrap a towel in her hair. I’m trimming my son’s bangs.

Instead of scheduling meetings, I’m walking the dog…gingerly.

Four more weeks of this slow life, per the doctor’s orders…I’ll either write a book in my mind or waste away the hours with cartoons and popsicles and summer treats.

I’m home right now. Sigh.

I’m not really sure why I thought I would have serious children. I’m a goof. My husband is a goof. I’m not sure why I thought my kids would be studious and serious.

Point-in-case:

Meanwhile, my son is shaking his butt in front of me and singing “bow chicka bow bow” all while the dog chases him.

I wouldn’t have my day any other way.