Then, it happened. I quit my job of 15 years.
And I still complained. Staying home wasn't as easy as I thought it was going to be. Some days feeling like what I was doing was a thankless job, and I didn't even get a pay check from all my hard work.
I found my groove, and I can now say I like staying home.
When Paul had his accident almost 12 weeks ago, I was thrown back in to the working world. I found myself enjoying the alone time, loving the sense of accomplishment after working, and liking the feeling of providing for our family again. Yes, it was stressful for it all to be so unexpected, but I can't say it was all bad.
The past couple of weeks Paul has been working on his own again, leaving me to stay home with our babies. I can't even begin to explain the changes I have seen in our children, Devin and Sabrina especially. It has been a strong confirmation that I am where I need to be, although not always easy for me. I feel lucky that the timing worked out as such that I am staying home when I am needed the most.
I will forever be thankful for all of our friends and family that gladly stepped in to watch our children so that I could work. They were well taken care of.
We are on the road back to our old routine, and that my friends feels really good.