Most days this summer, I stay home while Joshua goes to work for eight hours every day.
I don't go back to bed. (I did that a lot last summer.) After I make breakfast, we eat, we have devotions, and he leaves, I spend a couple hours reading other blogs and writing my own. Then I do dishes, some cleaning, some other project, until about 11 when it's time to think about making lunch to take over to Joshua. I bike over to campus, where we go to school and where he works, with our lunch in my backpack. After lunch I do dishes, more housework, more reading and writing.
Sounds super-boring when it's in black-and-white like that. My days don't always follow this schedule, though. Yesterday I cleaned at one house from 8:30-10, came home, made lunch, biked over lunch, came home, rested for a bit (it was HOT yesterday), biked over to another house for cleaning from 2:30-4:30, stopped at the bank, and THEN came home for the last time and made supper.
Today I have to catch up on cleaning. And dishes.
I LOVE being at home. Which is why I've been wondering at myself, why I don't have the get-up-and-go to get more stuff done around here. I mean, it's not like the entire house is in shambles. It's not bad. Not nearly as bad as it gets during the school year sometimes, when my time is really stretched.
I struggle with feeling like I'm lazy, and then Joshua reassures me that I'm not. I guess if I really think about everything that I do in a day or a week, it's plenty. I'm not insanely scheduled all the time, but I'm not sitting around constantly, either.
Sometimes I feel guilty for staying home while Joshua works so hard. I wanted to get a more permanent job this summer, but I wasn't contacted by any of the places I applied. And God's been gracious...I kind of have three jobs this summer: housecleaning, subbing at the campus library (which I get to do 3 days next week), and working with the catering service on campus, on occasion. I have been working, just not as much as my hard-working husband.
And that, I think, is how it's supposed to be. I stay busy, at home and with other things. He makes the bigger paycheck. I like that setup. We're a good team.
I guess I'm just in one of those less-than-enthusiastic phases. Don't get me wrong...I love my life. So much. We're so blessed, and I wouldn't have things any other way. But I'm not always as happy-go-lucky as I think I portray myself sometimes.
I'm going to write some more. And then go clean up the kitchen. And I'm thankful and blessed for every minute of it.