by Samantha S. Daviss

This weekend was great. A little quiet on the Daviss home front, but productive for my husband and myself. He was home for some of it, but I was able to get so much done around the house.

My parents took our kids away for a long Easter “Grandparents” weekend, and you would think that I would just sit around and watch TV, eat Bon-Bons and not do much of anything. But I have begun to realize that half of my stress in my life is coming home, and never feeling caught up at home either. So, I was able to get caught up on yard work, plant my spring flowers, finish laundry, put toys away that were lurking from all corners of my home, wash comforters, put clothes away. It was a miracle I tell you, a down right miracle.

My husband managed to mow the yard before he had to go to work and fly for a day and a half. But then he came home and was able to work on the boat, get it running; I cleaned out the garage. It was so nice.

He offered for us to go away on a nice long weekend once he got home, and as awful as I felt turning him down, it was so nice to be able to get things done around the house.

Do you ever feel like you can never ever get caught up? Like you always feel like your wheels are spinning? Like you’re running around like your rear end is on fire? That is how my life is on a constant basis. So, with my sweet husband trying to be romantic and take me out of town and away from it all, I felt awful turning him down. But that is what is always putting me behind. We always manage to find some way to put it all off, or find something else to do; or another excuse not to do the things that really need to be done.

So as much as it pained me, I had to put my big girl pants on this weekend, and do the chores and the things that really needed to be done around the house. And you know what? It was kind of nice. My husband and I got to spend some much needed “us time” together; on a much cheaper budget, which was also nice; we got to talk, we got to get some chores knocked out, and now, today, after work, I get to walk into my house and not freak out about what I need to get done.

So even though a weekend getaway in Fredericksburg climbing enchanted Rock would have been nice, or strolling down the banks of the River Walk in San Antonio would have been romantic, I must admit, getting some adult stuff done at home, and at the office really did pay off.

And to add to it, I got to enjoy my house without having to pick up plates, or cook, or yell at someone to put their shoes away, I could walk out my back door with a glass of wine, relaxed, go sit in my hammock, and just breath.

So sometimes, staying home, really is the best medicine.