Dear New House,
I'm sorry I haven't had much time for you lately. I miss you, even though that may sound crazy. I mean, we see each other all the time. We do spend a lot of time together, after all. But quantity doesn't necessarily equal quality, I do know that.
And when I can, I really enjoy working on our relationship. The whole "quality time" thing. I have a definite sense that quality time may be your love language, and I'm so sorry if you're feeling neglected.
I adore you, I really do. And I'm looking forward to a time when I'll be able to do more for you. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Buy you presents, give your walls a coat or two.
But right now, I've got other things on my mind.
See, I've got these four precious little people to care for. And it may be hard for you to hear, but they're my priority at the moment. They have all these needs. They need to be fed regularly. They need baths, hands washed, faces wiped. They need their clothes tended to. They need instruction. They really need to be taught to put things away when they're done.
They need to be taught about Jesus.
And they need to be read to. Played with. Held, cuddled. Loved.
So you see, Dear New House, there just isn't much time for you right now. But I haven't forgotten you. I'm just being selective about how I spend my time. After all, I have priorities.
I guess you'll just have to get in line.