The Homebody Life

I love being at home.  That's the truth.  I love comfort and peace.  I love making myself comfortable on the couch under a blanket with my dog napping next to me while I spend time getting to know God a little better.  

I love spending my time cleaning and reorganizing the home, even though it feels I never have enough time to get it all done and there's always some kind of mess in every room.  It's frustrating when I feel I have no help from the others as I pick up things my kids left in places they don't belong (like a jacket on the floor instead of hanging on the coat rack, shoes on the floor instead of the shoe rack, empty snack boxes left in the pantry, etc.).  It's a house filled with junk we don't need with rooms not big enough to store all of our possessions but, still, even through all that stresses me out about it, I still love being at home.  

And it gave me a chuckle when our dog decided to jump up and greet me while I'm cleaning the kitchen window.  

After a long day of the kids being in school or their after school activities I love the moments when they are home with me.  Wanting to get a jump start on some Christmas activities they each purchased a small gingerbread house to make.  Neither could get the houses to stay put so they gave up and bit into it unstructured.  

It's been a busy week of doctor appointments and after school activities and as much as I enjoy it all nothing beats the coziness of being at home.  I'm looking forward to tonight, snuggled up with everyone while we watch the much anticipated boxing match between Mike Tyson and Jake Paul.  I don't really care so much for boxing but it's a good excuse to be at home, isn't it?