I have stayed home with my children. I never thought I would but it turned out to be what I wanted.
It was hard. Very hard. Harder than any job I have ever had - and I've had some painfully hard jobs
Yesterday, both my girls went to school full-time, on the same campus. I wasn't sure how I'd feel.
Turns out I felt a chest bursting bolt of freedom. After 10 years of always having a sidekick, I can now plan some things solo.
Simply put I feel I got me back. The individual. The person formally know as Joy. I am giddy with possibility. Six hours of everyday are mine. I'll still have my to do list - laundry, shopping, tidying, cleaning and work but I won't be doing it with a constant feeling of juggle, of guilt, of compromise.
The freedom is mental not physical. Perhaps the most important of the two.
I am going to write. Really write. I am going to exercise. I am going to serve. I am going to be me.