I almost went out today. I had a chance to, you see. Jeff's parents had taken my four oldest blessings on an adventure for the afternoon. Jeff had begun a long weekend away - nothing dramatic, just the climax of several months of overwork and stress at the office. I found myself alone with my baby on a sunny, pleasant afternoon.
It was tempting. I loved the thought of strolling down the sidewalk with my baby in the sling, stopping in the children's resale shop, swinging by the library to pick up a book. In many ways I wanted to do just that.
But Gabe was fussy and I had several projects I'd been itching to work on. There was dough souring to make muffins. And I have a babysitter coming in the morning so that I can still make my hair appointment, and I have a little extra time built in there. So instead of going out, I cuddled my baby until naptime. After he was asleep I tackled my projects, dug myself out of a couple of mountains' worth of laundry, and tackled another project.
So instead of going out, I stayed home. And when my baby awoke after a gloriously long nap (I do not take those for granted!)...
I felt rather refreshed, myself. Even without going out.