There’s No Place Like Home

The GangSince having our second daughter, my husband has worked at home. We have grown accustomed to his unusual work hours, his popping in during lessons, and the occasional “let’s take the day off” mentality.

Recently, though, things have changed. Working from home isn’t quite as lucrative as it used to be (even then things were a little slim) and so he has had to find outside work.

Thankfully he has found work with a great friend, whom he gets along with very well. It isn’t in his usual field of expertise (which is art), but he enjoys hanging out with his buddy.

Unfortunately it does mean that he no longer works here though. With this job, he works all over the place and works a different schedule almost every week.

We have been doing pretty well adjusting to the change in our lives, but this week proved to be a little more challenging. This week they were gone for several days, handling business out-of-town.

I think this short time away from each other opened our eyes to how much he is needed. The kids are not quite themselves and keep asking when he will be back. My son especially keeps asking when Pop will come home to put him to bed.

I think what I missed the most was simply knowing he was here. If an emergency came up or a quick errand had to be run, it was all on me. There was no convenient baby sitter, strong back, or sharp mind for me to run to; I was it for the week.

After several days, the man is finally returning home! Hooray! I wanted to make sure that everything was set to rights and we would be free to simply enjoy his company, so today we did things a little differently.

After a good breakfast, the kids settled in to get their homeschooling done. It took us a little bit, but knowing Pop was coming home helped them to hustle along just a little.

We normally do our grocery shopping on Thursdays, so we decided that we would cut out electives for the day and instead get the shopping done early. We grabbed a quick bite, ran through our errands, and made it home.

The kids and I got the house cleaned up, the groceries put away, and ourselves to rights. Not only did we make it on time, but we actually have a few minutes to spare!

Working together was great and it taught them a valuable lesson (which was just as important as those electives we skipped); the merit in relationship.

Sure, we could have kept to our regular routine and possible not been home when my husband arrived, but that would have seemed wrong. I could have been home, but not filled our house with good food, but that didn’t seem right either.

I believe that a better lesson was taught today, the value of preparing our home and anticipating the return of Dad. I wanted them to see how important it was to be prepared and anxious for his return.

Now, the kids are checking the clock and keeping an eye on the door. I am making sure nothing is too out-of-place and no responsibilities will interfere with our evening.

It will be great having him back… It’s not quite the same without him.

7 thoughts on “There’s No Place Like Home

  1. Yes! Make a heaven at home for Daddy! :))) Love it!! We do it daily… or at least try to. Daddy works just outside the back door, but home is still here inside with us! I love your perspective about rearrange things, cleaning, etc… some days I even put on lipstick!! 😉 ha ha


  2. Heavens, yes! I get so bogged down in making sure the reading, ‘riting, and ‘rithmetic are done that I forget one of the big reasons we decided to homeschool was to teach the REALLY important stuff. Thanks for the reminder! Peace be with you — Kelly


  3. Yes, we want our husbands to look forward to coming home! My older daughter knows that about 20 minutes before he comes home we do a quick clean up of a the toys and books our toddler takes out, we try to get the kitchen cleaned up, and dinner is ready right around the time he gets home and changes his clothes. It is just a small way to say, “Thank you for working hard today to support our family.”


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