Going home?

I'm going back to WV on Saturday and staying for the week. My husband will join us Wednesday night, late. I'm excited for the upcoming holiday but for some reason, I'm just not that excited about the visit. I wanted to go in early and help out my Mom. She's hosting the whole crowd this year and she's getting stressed out. And I do want to help her out. I love to cook for people. LOVE IT!

I'm just not looking forward to leaving home. I feel lost when I'm apart from my husband. I guess because we have moved so much, gained and lost so much and battled together that we're as close as can be. I feel sometimes like without him by my side, I don't function as well. And I know in part it is because we haven't ever really made any other friends. When we get the chance to do things with other people we tend to not do it. Preferring to hang out in our own little world with our own little family.

Also, my Mom babysits. So Monday and Tuesday she'll have 6 screaming, crying, snotty little ones running all over the house. Needless to say, my 7 year old will be more than a little aggravated. And I might as well admit this now, I'm not that crazy about other people's kids. There, I said it. You'll never find me teaching Sunday School or working in kid's programs. But, especially these kids my Mom babysits. Their parents drop them off at 6:30 in the morning, crying. And pick them up at 6:00 in the evening. They'll be playing fine, running, laughing and carrying on but as soon as they see Mom or Dad, cue the screaming. Also, they pick them up at 6:00 in the evening and want to make sure they haven't had a nap so they can be in bed by 7:00 or 7:30. What the heck? When exactly do you SEE your kids then. She's babysat for years and I tell you, parents are getting worse and worse.

Whatever the reason, I'm just not excited about going in. And I wish I was. I'm hopeful the funk will pass and I'll get excited to go home again.