After a week away from home, I was so excited on the drive home yesterday. I was thinking about loving my husband, cuddling my animals, walking into my clean house to see my new washer and dryer that Chad got me for my birthday, jumping into my comfortable bed to nap, and walking through my pretty yard breathing in everything that makes this home my home. The wonderfulness of it filled every second of the hour drive home. I pulled into the driveway, and noticed the grass had grown, limbs were scattered across the yard, and when I tried to breath in the beauty, I choked on the smoke from the pile of boxes that our employee was burning in the middle of the yard. I searched for my husband, but he was gone. I unloaded my car into the house, and the house looked just as it should have, just like two men had been living in it for a week alone without the influence of estrogen. My dog came running up to me, but he sounded like he was trying to hack up a small city. He has allergies, and must be due for a vet visit and a shot. I hopped back in the car, went to find Chad, and found that he wasnt feeling well. He told me that he had tried to wash our bedding, but couldnt get everything completely dry. I found out that he had washed our King size feather bed in my new washer and dryer, and had spent the last three days trying to dry it. The hopes of jumping into my comfortable bed for a nap just faded away. I thought for a bit, and decided that I had been too excited to come home to let all this ruin my day. I shifted gears. I ignored the yard. I ignored the house. I ignored the hacking dog. I ignored that Chad was not feeling 100%. We loaded the kids up, and went out to eat for my birthday. It was wonderful. The kids were happy, playful, and were not fighting with each other. The food was great. We talked and laughed. We came home, and the bed was dry enough. I put it all back together, and slept in the softest, most comfortable bed ever. I felt like a queen. I had an awesome day with my family. I felt blessed! I was blessed, in spite of the mess, in spite of the speed bumps. I am blessed because of the mess and the speed bumps. I love my family and home, and everything that comes with them and it.
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 13:04:54 +0000
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