I just returned from a trip to AZ, all by myself! For Christmas my husband gave me a trip to visit my family around my birthday without children. It was such a wonderful time to recharge. At first I felt some guilt at being there without them, but then I focused on making the most of it. I visited the temple, visited family and friends, enjoyed time with my parents, did some family history work, enjoyed sleeping in, and only having to clean up after myself.
I returned yesterday afternoon after making the long drive home. I had stayed the night in Cedar City to break up the drive and because there was a store, but I really had not slept well at the hotel. I was glad to be done driving, but not really ready to jump back into motherhood.
Rob had done a great job at tidying the house and doing laundry so that it was not overwhelming to come back to. Still, I had brought back quite a few things from AZ that cluttered the home and needed putting away along with jumping back in with two feet with meal prep, clean-up, laundry, and home-schooling. Why does it always take me longer to get back in my groove after a trip than I was even on the trip?
Today my day was productive. I had fed my children, done schooling, enjoyed reading books to the little ones, and done some cleaning up. But my home was still a mess and there were still things for me to sort through. Then I discovered that some how my laptop was reset while I was gone and everything lost. (Hopefully I can find out it is somewhere.) My spirit sunk and the messy house and needs of the children seemed to drag on me.
It was time to figure out what was for dinner and I hate cooking in a messy kitchen. I started to feel overwhelmed, when I decided, or perhaps was prompted, to sit down and read books with my two girls who were begging for more attention. So we sat down and read. It felt so go to stop thinking about what was for dinner and the anxiety that seemed to be coming with it. After reading about 3 books my mind seemed to clear up and I decided we were going to do leftovers. I decided that a happy wife was more important than a fresh dinner. So I focused on cleaning off the table and some more counterspace. I warmed up leftover rice, corn, taco meat, and sausage. The kids loved it and even though we had no vegetable, everyone was happy.
Clean up was easy and I was able to attack a few more things to that needed sorted. I was able to put more energy into our bedtime routine and have the peace I needed. I will get to the rest of the clean-up tomorrow. And if not, Friday will come and we do a deep cleaning on those days.
How grateful I am for the spirit who helped me to clear my mind and not feed the anxiety.
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