So here’s a Monday morning confession for you.
My little family of four is feeling very disjointed to me this morning.
I know it’s Monday morning, and who should have it all together on a Monday morning? But it’s the truth. We had a very busy weekend. A fun weekend, but we were all kind of all over the place.
Todd and I had a great, much-needed date night. We went to dinner and we went to see Gone Girl. My in-laws kept the boys overnight. We took the boys to a really fun birthday party on Saturday morning and then went to the pumpkin patch, and we went our separate ways that afternoon. I took the boys to a movie and Todd went to a party for friend. And Sunday was not as restful as any of us would have hoped. There were arguments before we even got in the car to go to church.
And in our case, I know that we weren’t disjointed because we had too much togetherness. We’re disjointed because we’re too busy. All I can think about this morning, is what I’m preparing for supper so my family can sit down together and have a distraction-free meal together. Not a perfect family dinner, but just a meal together. Without rushing kids off to do baths and bed time. Without rushing to the next activity.
The kind of meal where we have time to ask each other about our days, and we do our very best to think of the most positive thing we can share. And then also feel comfortable enough to share our hurts.
As much as I love opening our home and I know how important it is for my kids to share their space and their table with other families, having good, uninterrupted time where they feel seen and heard is so important, too. And it’s the same for Todd and me. We both want to feel seen and heard and important when we’re at home.
There’s a big pot of Pioneer Woman’s chicken and noodles being prepped right now, and I’m already excited about sitting down tonight with my people.
This post is part of 31 Days of Breaking Bread