I regularly apologize to Jeff for giving him my leftovers. You know, whatever's left of me by the time everyone else has had their fill. Which isn't much, considering there are so many people who need me so intensely. I'm not complaining, I love being a Mom to my five beautiful children. Still, I do find myself feeling a bit neglectful of my husband.
This past Friday night Jeff came home to an empty house, as the kids and I had an outing for homeschool and then supper at Mom's. When I arrived with our whole crew in tow they were down for the count, and we carted our sleepyheads off to bed. It was still early in the evening, so Jeff and I curled up together and watched TV for a bit, revelling in the silence of a house full of sleeping children.
The following day, Jeff laid out a plan for the evening well in advance. Once the kids were down for the night we would share a glass of sparkling wine, rent a movie, and snuggle up together. And that's when it hit me - just because it's leftover time, doesn't mean it needs to be wasted time. Kind of like leftovers from a really great meal, sometimes they taste better than the meal itself. But far too often we allow what's left over to spoil. Jeff is teaching me that as we should not do that with our food, the same is true of our time together. It's a lot of work to arrange babysitters and drive the kids back and forth, especially in the evenings. But it takes little effort to just say to each other, "keep tonight free for me". Sometimes staying in and pampering each other can be just as good as a night on the town - maybe even better.
I love my crazy life, with all my crazy kids. Mostly because I have a crazy, romantic, completely awesome husband by my side through it all, who never ceases to remind me that the best things in life can be found in the simplest moments.
This past Friday night Jeff came home to an empty house, as the kids and I had an outing for homeschool and then supper at Mom's. When I arrived with our whole crew in tow they were down for the count, and we carted our sleepyheads off to bed. It was still early in the evening, so Jeff and I curled up together and watched TV for a bit, revelling in the silence of a house full of sleeping children.
The following day, Jeff laid out a plan for the evening well in advance. Once the kids were down for the night we would share a glass of sparkling wine, rent a movie, and snuggle up together. And that's when it hit me - just because it's leftover time, doesn't mean it needs to be wasted time. Kind of like leftovers from a really great meal, sometimes they taste better than the meal itself. But far too often we allow what's left over to spoil. Jeff is teaching me that as we should not do that with our food, the same is true of our time together. It's a lot of work to arrange babysitters and drive the kids back and forth, especially in the evenings. But it takes little effort to just say to each other, "keep tonight free for me". Sometimes staying in and pampering each other can be just as good as a night on the town - maybe even better.
I love my crazy life, with all my crazy kids. Mostly because I have a crazy, romantic, completely awesome husband by my side through it all, who never ceases to remind me that the best things in life can be found in the simplest moments.
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