We have had an exceptionally busy winter. There was a spell we were gone 10 or 11 weekends in a row.
I am a homebody in the winter. When we are gone, I feel disconnected. Sunday, for me, is a day to nourish my mind and soul and I don't seem to be able to do that when not in my own space.
I want to wake up on my time--whether that is 6:00am or 9:00 am. I don't want to feel like I have to get up and visit. I want to start my coffee in my kitchen and wash my hair in my bathroom.
I need my fuzzy blanket to wrap around me while I drink coffee and read the Sunday paper--the hard copy, not an online version. There is nothing comfy about reading on the computer. I want Chloe to whine until I put the paper down and call her into my lap for a little cuddle time.
I want to watch HGTV and be inspired.
I want to look at my pile of school work and know that there is a whole day to get through it (although at 8:00pm, I get a little panicked!)
I want to doze in my recliner to a movie. I want that to happen while supper is in the crock pot (or my husband is cooking--either is acceptable).
I need to soak in my nice deep bathtub, filled with wonderful smelling bubbles, a good book and not be interrupted.
I need my home.