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Now is not my season to talk on the phone

I have the worst time trying to talk on the phone these days. It occurred to me recently that maybe I need to just take the pressure off and acknowledge that this is not my season to chat on the phone.

You know how it goes: pick up the phone to make a quick call and all of the sudden everyone needs everything. It’s like the kids have a sixth sense when you get on the phone. They know to lose their minds.

Can we text and email instead? That’s more my season right now.

Don’t be offended if I don’t call you back

There are exceptions of course. I try very hard to talk to my mom when she calls, and my sweet aunt. Of course I answer when my husband calls. But don’t be offended if you can’t reach me or our conversation lasts 30 seconds before I say, “let me call you right back.” And right back never happens.

I started thinking about this unique season I am in. I’m 46. I have a 16-year-old and two 6- year-olds. I am a stay-at-home mom who also assists my husband with our HVAC, electrical and plumbing business. Things are hectic at times, but also really great.

It’s not my season to work out of the home

Over the years I’ve thought I should try to get back in the workforce. I’ve interviewed, even been offered jobs. But after much discussion with the husband, we always agree that it isn’t the right situation for us.

This isn’t my season to work outside the home. It is my season to volunteer in the kids’ classroom when they go back to school. It’s my season to attend my teenager’s high school volleyball and softball games. It is my season to drive my kids to and from school and practice. That will be coming to an end with my teen who will be driving herself next school year. Apparently it’s also my season to homeschool. Thanks, Corona.

It’s not my season to make restaurant-quality meals

This is not my season to cook gourmet meals.

Anything too complex or with too many steps and I end up stressed and yelling at my kids.

It is my season to make spaghetti (sometimes I even fancy it up with cheese and bake it). It’s my season to cook pot roast and chili in my crockpot. It’s my season to grill steaks and burgers, to bake potatoes and tater tots. And it’s ok if I boil some boxed Mac ‘n Cheese and bake a frozen pizza.

It’s also my season to use paper plates. Don’t come at me with it’s bad for the environment. It’s better for my home environment.

It’s not my season for girls nights or exotic trips

This is not my season for girls nights out. It is my season for sneaking in a dinner at Cracker Barrel with my husband while the teen babysits.

It’s not my season for exotic vacations. It is my season for fun beach trips with my sister’s family and with no crazy expectations of entertainment. Just a fun beach house (with a pool preferably), home cooked meals, and lots of beach time.

It is my season for a lot of time with my kids

This is not my season for writing the book although I so hope to one day. It is the season for funny Facebook posts, cute pictures and quick blog posts while my kids are having some screen time.

It’s not my season for putting my kids in every activity under the sun. It is my season for four wheeler rides, t-ball, picnics, swing sets, sidewalk chalk, going to the river, and walking next door to the pool.

This is not my season for a lot of things. But it is my season for spending time with my little family and enjoying the everyday blessings.

I pray you are enjoying whatever season you find yourself in and that is where you are supposed to be.

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