One of the challenges of this commuting lifestyle is adjusting to being at home, shifting gears from childcare to husband-care. While I am away Randy creates his own rhythm of meals, work, household chores. When I'm home for the weekend, it's easy to slip back into old habits, the things I used to do on a Saturday, rather than just enjoy being home. I don't consciously mean to ignore him or say his rhythm is not adequate, but after years and years it's difficult to relinquish my notions of how things should be. Perhaps I am trying to show I can be away all week and run the house just as well as before. Some weeks it's easier than others to let go. This past weekend was not one of those. I spent time practicing, shopping for groceries, cleaning house on Saturday, and we didn't take a walk. We did watch a movie, " Journey of a Hundred Steps," which was delightful. Sunday Randy went to FPC Berkeley as usual for the worship service then surprised me by coming to Trinity because, as he told me during the passing of the peace, we don't have much time together these days. What a great guy!
I have good intentions, but sometimes that's just not enough.
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