I have been working around the house this morning. We had 2 accidents in bed last night, so laundry was at the top of my list, plus a lot of straightening and other things that I have neglected over the last few days.
I have come to realize that I have entered a new stage in my life.
Stage 1 - Getting married and learning how to get along with another human being, figuring out all your quirks, etc...
Stage 2 - Getting ready to have kids, being pregnant (all together). It is so funny when I look back at that time when I was 1st pregnant, I knew things were going to change, but never in my earthly dreams could have realized how much everything would change.
Stage 3 - Life with kids, and all the other responsibilities you have. Sometimes it is total chaos, other times not so bad. I can remember looking forward to naptime so I could shower. I remember days where absolutely nothing would get accomplished, then other days where I would feel like Supermom, with a clean house, happy kids, dinner on the table, and looking good for my man.
I have entered Stage 4, home alone. I know I am not completely alone, and that it is only for 1/2 days. But I feel alone. I miss my Cooper, I miss all of my kids. I am enjoying my time here and there, but mostly I am feeling like I am not ready to be moving to this stage. I am ready for more chaos, more warm bodies to hold. Unfortunately Jon and I are at a disagreement on this subject, so I am here, in a very quiet house, feeling off. On the plus side, I do enjoy after the kids leave for school, being able to shower, then sit on the couch and read the scriptures in silence. I feel like my dad, I can remember finding him in his office studying, whenever he had a quiet moment.
Now don't get me wrong, I like quiet, and I am glad my kids go to school. There are days when they are home that I want to lose my mind. But I have always liked a crowd, I enjoy noise and chaos, and energy, and laughter. My house has a lot of all of that... I guess I am just not ready for things to slow down.