Did you know I had more sanity when I was a working mom? My house wasn’t as clean (and as you know, it’s no prize right now, anyway), I felt as if I would break at any point. There was no relief.
Except I had a 45-minute commute each way. I thought, I listened to music, I went over my day, straightened my thoughts, talked to friends and family. I had an hour and a half of highway driving all to myself.
What a glorious gift.
I thought often during those rides about how awesome my life would be if I could only be a stay at home mom. My housework would get done. My kids would be played with (God, I missed my kids). And I’d have so much time. I’d have an extra nine hours a day. With all that time every single day, how could things not be perfect?
Boy, was I wrong.