The cocoon

We've been in our little we-have-a-brand-new-baby cocoon. We haven't ventured out much (although we have gotten out more than I thought we would...I was convinced I would not eat at a restaurant again until Emma was 5). We've made it back to church (although 60-70% of our time there is spent in a hallway or nursing room with Emma). We've actually got a semi-routine down (which obviously still fluctuates a lot). I feel like we're almost actual members of society again. Sort of.

But I like our cocoon. As much as my kids drive me crazy sometimes (a particular 3 year old comes to mind), there's no place I'd rather be at 7:00 on a Friday night than here at home with the five of us (FIVE!! Yikes!). I love my friends dearly, and they help keep me sane (or at least keep me company as we all go insane). And friendships are important. But so is family. I would love to have people over to our house every night of the week because I love to be around people (especially since I'm just around little people all day every day). But that takes time away from our little family, who get precious little time all together anyway. So it's easier to just not. But is that what's best? I don't know.

Then throw in there the whole ministry part of our Christian faith. Who has time for that, either, when you're juggling a nursing newborn, a 17 month old who won't walk, and a 3 year old who's testing every boundary? It makes me tired just typing out the ages of our kids :) Again, it's just easier to stay wrapped in a little cocoon. But that's not what God has called us to do. I just have to figure out how to make everything work together.