It is quiet and the kids are in bed, the house is clean and “Friday Night Lights” is waiting for me on Netflix. In the season of motherhood I have been in for the last 11 years I would cherish my time at night. I even thought I deserved it. But what was meant to be just 1 show and a decent bedtime turned into more episodes and falling asleep on the couch. Can anyone relate?
Then the morning time would come around and I would hear my kids in the hallway and want to crawl back in bed. When they are really little I had no chose to get up, feed, and change them. Continue reading