One of the biggest pieces of advice I give to new mothers is to get out of the house.
When we first had Ella, I stayed home 24-7. It was probably a few weeks before I ventured out.
Maybe it was to her 2 week check-up, I’m not for sure, but I do know we went and came right back home. After that short time, I became fairly blue and couldn’t snap out of it.
It could have been the hormones, or the lack of sleep. What I do know is that when I started to
force myself out of the house, it all turned around. I would go to Target (only a mile from our home) and walk around for an hour. I might have bought a tube of chapstick, or some organic baby food I wanted to try with Ella, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that I got out of the house and it made me feel normal. The fresh air was a balm to my weary, new-mama’s soul.
It’s interesting how things change. I’m not sure if it’s because we live so far from anything (30 minutes) now a-days, or the fact that I now have four little crew members, instead of just one, but I tend to enjoy being home more these days. I, sometimes, think about what it will be like when we can pick up and go have a park play-date on a whim. What it will be like when naps are no longer a necessity. It sounds so nice, but right now, I enjoy hunkering down and wearing tracks in our carpet.
We have plenty of grass for the kids to roll in, and lots of fresh air to breath. They have dark skies and twinkling stars at night. It’s crazy, but we can stay home for days and not get too stir crazy.
By the end of winter, I’m sure I’ll be singing a different tune, but for now home seems nice. One day we’ll bust out of our “home-bound” routine. One of these days.