Mondays

I've been thinking about this post for a long time, but I've been reluctant to write it, because I don't want it to sound like I'm bragging... or proud... or anything else but thankful!

For a LONG time, I dreaded Mondays...  It usually started on Sunday nights, when I would develop an awful pit in my stomach, to the point where sometimes it was even nausea.  I was NOT happy in my job situation and I was SO ready to move on.  Then, on Monday mornings on my way to work, I would steel myself (a little pun, for those of you who know where I worked) for what was to come... the personalities I would have to deal with, the situations I was "up against."  Please understand that for the most part, I worked with absolutely wonderful people and the situations weren't often terrible...  it's just that I felt like I was being called to be at home... and it wasn't working out... YET.

I am MOSTLY appreciative of Don during this whole time.  First of all, he was COMPLETELY on board with my quitting my job when it was time (God's time... not ours, obviously!  Because if it had been OUR time, our house would have sold quickly and we would have MOVED ON, BABY!).  He was my sounding board when I was in particularly bad situations at work.  And he just loved me through the yucky times.

It has been a year now since I've left full-time employment (still teaching part-time, and I LOVE that I can keep my toes in my field).  There are days when I am buried (almost literally!) in laundry that I think:  I signed up for this???  But not very often!  It has been a sacrifice for sure to do this... financially especially, but I am so, so blessed!

The biggest thing I've noticed since I have become a "SAHM" is my Mondays.  I no longer get that awful feeling in my stomach on Sunday nights.  And I can fully embrace and even love my Mondays now.  And for that, I am grateful.  And blessed.