Jessica Kelso

I think I should get an award for the world’s worst blogger.

A good friend asked me yesterday, “aren’t you getting sick of just being at home and not working?”. I told her that in the beginning I hated it, but lately I’ve grown quite fond of it. I explained to her a typical day for me.

I wake up whenever I want, usually being around the time Kevin leaves for work. I casually stroll out of bed with no alarm going off to wake my brain up before it’s ready. I open all of the curtains and blinds around the house. I don’t like being in a house that is dark. It’ll make me go from happy to depressed in about 5 seconds. On days that are above 60 degrees but below 80, I’ll usually open a couple of windows. I head to the kitchen where I make a cup of decaf coffee in my new french press that I absolutely love. Pour a bowl of cereal and head to the office to eat breakfast and check my mail. I usually contemplate writing in my blog, but as you can tell. . . it just never happens. After breakfast, I decide where to work out. My options usually include going to the gym, getting on my elliptical machine and watching a recorded episode of Dr Phil or something else equally as stupid, or going to the lake for a run. Most days I opt for the elliptical machine. Especially days like today when it’s in the 50′s. After that I shower and make some lunch with Kevin at home or meet a friend. Then my afternoons are filled with grocery shopping, picking up my nephew from preschool and hanging out with him, looking for jobs online, sending out my resume, spending time with my parents or other friends that don’t work, reading a good book. . . whatever I can to fill the day. With lots of help from my incredibly crafty sister (in-law) Mary, I plan on attempting a craft project within the next week or so. That may or may not be a new hobby included into my daily schedule. We’ll see how well I do!

I don’t really get how anyone could not enjoy that. . . but maybe it’s just me. Nowhere in my day do I have a boss asking me if I’ve finished something (that probably hasn’t even been started). Nowhere in my day do I have to feel stressed out because I didn’t have time to work out, make a healthy dinner, or call that person back.

I mean, I’ve had my days where I feel totally bummed that I’m not able to contribute to our family. Those are the days that I’ve prayed. . . alot. And God has this way of bringing me out of that feeling and helping me see that “it’s okay”. I don’t need to feel down. I am going to enjoy this time, because it won’t be like this forever. He’s got it all worked out and most of the time I end my day knowing that it’ll all be okay. He’s quite the comforter, that’s for sure.

Now, I have to get going. . . Dr Phil and my elliptical machine are waiting on me.