Some days I feel like all I have are options, and no leader to show me which to choose. Abby Ren is sleeping (without a fight, might I add!) so I thought I'd sit down and share my feelings. It may be long, so settle in!
I miss working. Hands down. I resent my husband because he gets to get out every day and go to work. And he hates it. But I miss it. I love my daughter to death, she's amazing and perfect and one of the biggest blessings in my life. But honestly, I feel short-changed. I feel like I got the short end of the stick, because I have to stay home now. I mean, part of me wants to, for her. I need to. Its the best thing for my daughter, and I know that. But I still feel that tug, that pull that tells me I would rather be working. And I wonder constantly if its God or the other side. Am I supposed to be working, and I'm too stubborn to listen? Or is Satan blocking the bigger picture from my view?
Maybe I'm being selfish... I hate all the questions, I hate not knowing.
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