I cant believe i am in the tail end of my last week as a stay at home mom. I am mourning , yet becoming more comfortable with it. The longer her naps are in the afternoon, the more comfortable I am.
In this blasted cold weather, i become so thankful that i have a place to be. My heart breaks and breaks for those people who by choice or circumstance are out on the streets. I cant bear the thought of small children, babies even being cold, shivering and hungry. Where I show discontent when my feet feel a little too cold from the floor- i catch myself and am ashamed. For one night, I couldnt handle their lives. I wonder, if asked to switch places with someone on the streets for just one night- one single night, could i do it? And I selfishly want to say I could, but just as selfishly, I dont believe I would. That deeply saddens me about myself.

on a lighter note, I just took down my Christmas tree- It only took 15 minutes but I have been dreading doing it. I just love all the holiday decorations that i always think i will be sad when they are down. Truth is, its a huge relief!

I am spending the rest of the day cuddling and playing and hopefully getting the finishing things done for the jewelry/pampered chef party on saturday.