Praise the Lord for home.

Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, O my soul. Psalm 146:1

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. At least, that's how I usually feel. Today I actually enjoyed the rain. I ended up staying home most of the day and didn't feel too guilty about not taking my kids to the park for Parents Club. Sometimes I feel like all I do is try to find things to do to keep myself and my active children busy...not a bad thing really...we all enjoy activity. Lately, though, I almost find myself searching for reasons not to go anywhere, just to enjoy my children being completely comfortable, uninhibited by there surroundings and the expectations placed upon them when they aren't home. So I listened to my children scream today, and didn't care. It wasn't bothering anyone else. I listened to them jump up and down, loudly, and didn't worry about who it might be annoying. I doled out "time-outs" and reprimands without the fear that other people, especially other moms, would judge me as a bad mom for even needing to implement such consequences. I just let my children be my children, and I let me be me. And you know what? We do a pretty good job at that!