what's more important?

Man oh man, I am ready for a break!  Not a break from work...a break from weekend excursions.  We haven't been home in over a month and it is definitely starting to show.  Ugh, I feel like I look like an old worn out hag with a lack of moisturizer.  I'm sure the travels aren't all to blame for that, but when I'm not in my own little bathroom I tend to slack on my skin care routines.  I mean...three packed bags are enough for one weekend, right?  No need to add another one full of this or that.

But not only has it taken a toll on me, it has taken a toll on me and John Eric.  Don't freak out.  We are fine.  Nobody is in the dog house...not even Brice.  Well...we were both in the dog house but have dug our way out of it.  A sweet card seems to get your everywhere in life.  It can mend friendships, tell someone you are thinking about them, say sorry & I love you, make you laugh, etc.  Note to self: send cards more often...actually, just send the cards you have already purchased but never sent.  I have 3 cards for 3 different reasons that I have been meaning to send to my one friend, Lindsey...ummm...yeah...they are still in my desk drawer.  I even wrote in 2 of them.  Yes, I suck, and I'm sure Lindsey will call me as soon as she reads this to tell me so.  Not in a mean way...she is one of my most uplifting friends that I am so thankful for.  However, I am not thankful that she lives nearly 700 miles away.

Alright, back to the subject matter.  Now where was I?  I was going to tell you how I have realized that all of this going and going is just not healthy...individually & as a couple.  Should I reiterate that we are OK...and normal?  I just want to make sure none of you ladies think this is an invitation to make a move on my man. I will still punch you if you do. ;)  All of this bouncing around just makes us so impatient with each other and makes me so sensitive and drained.  I think he isn't paying me enough of attention - he doesn't know why I think that - I don't understand why he doesn't know and that must mean he doesn't care - he thinks I'm crazy & blames it on PMS when PMS was 2 weeks ago - I tell him mydol isn't the solution - etc, etc.  If you were around us Saturday night then you probably witnessed some of this.  And if you don't see us for a while, it's because I am ready to be at home to spend some QT with my husband and my little dog too!!

The point I am trying to get at is when events and speding time with family and friends stop being fun and start becoming a chore?  I can't decide if it is my age or my generation...or just me.  Am I the only tool bag out there that just wants to be at home in an XL t-shirt and boxers and just slum around, piddle, and have the biggest dilemma be who gets to control the remote?  But why is there so much going on?  Or have I just forgotten how to say no?  Does everyone else enjoy "being on the go" every weekend?  Or are we all just scared to miss something?

I have to be completely honest with you...I'm not scared of missing anything.  I don't care if I wasn't there;  I don't care if I wasn't invited; I don't care if I missed the touch down;  I. DON'T. CARE.  What I do care about?  I care if my husband or I feel neglected.  I care if my husband has to work late every week night because he couldn't work the weekend because we went to another party.  I care if my dog is anxious because he doesn't know where he is going to sleep 2 out of 7 nights.  I care if my house gets broken into because we weren't there. I care that we haven't been able to regularly attend a church in OUR hometown because we are never here on a Sunday.  I care that we don't have a church family like I grew up with because we aren't here to have that.  Get my drift? 

I think the majority of America, including me, has lost sight of what is truly important.  Someone once told me, "The most important people live under your roof".  That is so true.  That includes God because he certainly lives in my house.  If the most important people to you don't live under your roof, then you need to re-evaluate because that isn't fair to the loved ones living with you.  No offense...I love my family and friends so dearly...but if a major emergency or disaster were to arise, you better believe my first thought is my husband.  And when I mess up, I'm not worried about what the gossip mongers think, I'm worried about how I have disappointed my God. 

I know that the majority of us feel this way, but we forget that we feel this way.  We forget that losing sight of what is important to us is what the real problem is.  What is more important: Missing an event or getting a divorce?  Having the next best thing or losing your home to foreclosure?  Living according to The Bible or living according People magazine?  Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it? 

I'm not preaching.  Well, I am, but I am preaching to myself.  I will be the first person to raise my hand (or blog for that matter) and say I am guilty of every single one of these things.  And I'm not saying to give up your social life and your friends.  But when our social life starts to rule our life and determine all of our free time, then we have a problem and we need to get back on track.  I am so glad I have realized this and can start getting back on track.  I hope I haven't offended anyone or given anyone the wrong idea.  I have been blessed with many wonderful friends and family.  But they may start seeing me only once a month instead of every weekend.   Then I'll have more home improvement stories to share.