I remember not going to the movies… …or fine restaurants or anyplace where yoga pants and a slightly rumpled, perhaps spit-up stained tee shirt might not quite meet the dress code, for that matter. I also remember not going on many dates with my husband because the only way we could afford sitters was to switch off babysitting duties with friends from time to time, and really, how good a friend do you have to be to volunteer to watch four kids under the age of seven? So it would happen sometimes, but not very often, and that was life.
I’ve heard the years with lots of little ones referred to as “the blurry years” (can I get a witness?). During that time in my life, I used to absolutely live for my Sunday afternoon nap. Time stood still for a few hours after church each week while I
passed out slept, my busy hubby—who was working full time and attending night school to finish his degree—wrangling children so I could completely relax, usually the only blessed time the whole week. And while the years with many littles are some of the most physically exhausting of parenthood (though I can also testify that waiting up at night for your newly licensed teen driver to make it home safely is a different level of stress entirely), they are also some of the most rewarding.
Read the rest of my Editor's Note for Home Educating Family Magazine Issue 2 here!