"Mom! We're back in our world!" ~my daughter

We were out and about today, and in an area that we do not go to very often (rising gas prices ...). As we got closer to home, my daughter cries out "Mom! We're back in our world!" What an interesting (and perhaps appropriate) way to put it. I suppose our constant everyday surroundings do constitute as "our world." --Though, personally, I've always thought "my world" exisited mostly in my head, along with those pesky voices ...

I've been away, taking care of many grown-up responsibilities ... in that time, my husband has stepped in a carried my load, for me. In short, for one week, we flipped our roles. I was out doing what I needed to do and fulfilling expectations that were more professional in nature, than not; my husband hung out with the kids and took care of them constantly, allowing me to come and go as I needed. My duties were entirely volunteer (although reimbursed, at least), but very important to me. It meant alot that he was so willing to step into that role. No complaints, no hesitations; a smile on his face; an encouraging word to me. The experience, itself, was so good for me. I look forward to the next two years, as I serve out the term I've been elected to ... adult pursuits are nice to have, when you have two young children that captivate most of your world ...