It’s Friday night and I am home alone, but wishing I wasn’t. Being a homemaker I spend a lot of time alone with my baby. Sometimes that’s lovely, sometimes it’s stressful, and sometimes it’s boring.
Tonight I’d rather be walking in the cool air, having a beer with a friend, or working on some fun crafting projects. Instead I’m hanging out with my tired baby and looking at my somewhat dirty kitchen.
It’s ok. It’s just life. The life of a homemaker, tonight.