"Do you ever feel like quitting?" I asked my husband when he arrived home. I think I startled him a bit by my question. I didn't mean it like it sounded--of course I don't want to quit my beloved job as mother of three. But there are definitely days when I wish I had a pause button; some miraculous means to halt whatever is going on and breathe deeply for one small moment. I wish I could pause the disarray to create some sense of order so that something in my life felt like I had control.
Alas, my day had very little opportunity for pause. The kids' naps were ill-coordinated. My workout (saving grace) was choppy as I tended to tears and discontentment. I fled to the computer to escape, but only found myself more behind and funky when I returned. What was I expecting? We were all caged beasts with no chance for socialization or energetic output!
As I strolled back from taking out the garbage last night, I drank in the night air. It was heavenly. And there was my answer--in cases of extreme home funkiness, GET OUTSIDE. Even if we're all still in our pajamas and the kids' footies will get dirty and wet in the grass--LEAVE THE HOUSE. Man-made luxuries can wait. We need to get out and enjoy God's creation. Little boys do better on a diet of dirt, grass, and dew.
Who says that winter must be spent cooped up? Can't we bundle past the chill and get some fresh air? I have no excuse but to make it happen in the coming months. And daily.