I had to go to the doctor this morning for my postpartum checkup. Although I was stressed about leaving Ezra for the first time, a little break was really what I needed.
I had gotten into a weird funk. It hits me every now and then. I get tired of sitting at home with the boys with nothing to do other than clean, cook, change diapers, clean, change diapers, cook, change diapers and clean again. I feel like I lose who I am in all the activities that I "have" to do. I get upset with the boys too easily and I start to envy Ronnie because he gets to leave everyday to go to work, plus he gets his extracurricular time with the fire department while I have to stay home. I start my little pity party and start asking when I get to go do something alone, when do I get to just walk out the house to do something and not have to tow three littles or worry about who they'll be staying with.
So anyway, on the way home from the doctor's office, I heard the song "I Get To" by Jeff and Sheri Easter. As I listened to the words I realized that so many of the things I experience every day are things that I "get" to do. So what if I spend all day cooking, cleaning, and wiping bottoms because I am fortunate enough to "get" to be at home with my boys right now. I "get" to decide what meals to make for my family because we are lucky enough to afford that luxury. I "get" to clean a house that God has provided for us. I "get" to go to a wonderful church and I "get" to spend time worshipping with people I care about. I get to do so many things, but I have to remind myself of these things. The world may look at me and think that I have a pitiful life, but I "get" to have a very rich life that only gets better and better.
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