Ahhh…Spring Break

I am such a homebody.  It’s no wonder that Dutch is too.  He can only sleep well in his own bed.  When we’re traveling or out and about with a busy day, he just gets all out of whack.  But the moment we’re home, he’s happy, relaxed — he eats well, sleeps well.  He’s just a homebody like his mommy.

This week is Spring Break.  And amazingly, all our our activities are on break this week.  No seminary classes, no Foundations class at church, no Cornerstone classes in Corvallis, no TA papers to grade, and no tutoring for Jeff in Gervais.  It’s a break–a real break.  And mom and dad are leaving tomorrow morning for Salt Lake City to visit Kris and Nikki, so we have a five days home by ourselves with nowhere we have to go.  Ahhh…can it be true?!  This morning I woke early with a splitting headache (I think I’ve discovered that my head is a place of precarious balance.  And this is related to my being a homebody to the core.  When I am in a routine, getting good sleep, eating healthily, and relatively calm, I am headache free. But as soon as you toss in a plate of mashed potatoes, white bread, chocolate cake, and a fabulously fun family extravaganza (read: Easter), my body decides that the teetering balance if off and will therefore throw me a headache.)  At any rate, when I woke with a headache, I got up and realized I had a glorious option in front of me–taking tylenol and going back to bed!  No class, no needing to get my quiet time in before Dutch got up because of the busyness of the day ahead.  And so I did, sleeping in longer than I have since Dutch was born–8:20!  And because my son is such a homebody, when he’s in his own crib, he will sing or talk to himself contentedly in the morning until I go in and get him.  So we started our day off with a great night’s sleep.  Then we all had breakfast together.  Jeff and I cuddle on the couch watching Dutch play until 9am, relishing the fact that we could.  THen we all took a long walk together, going down to the river, talking, praying, talking some more.  After that it was bathtime–leisurely letting Dutch splash and play while we talked and watched.  Before we knew it it was lunch time, and a delicious zucchini, brown rice, and chicken meal tasted heavenly and nutritious.  Now Dutch is in his crib or a nap and Jeff and I are savoring the pleasure of reading and working on seminary homework, working side by side doing what we love.  I’ve vowed not to wear makeup all week, and not to leave the house if I can help it.  My headache is gone.  I’m caught up on laundry and somehow all things are in balance.  Ahhh…Spring Break.  Thank You, Lord, for the wisdom of taking seasons for rest.  You’re so smart.