Today we’re tackling the fourth installment in our sisterhood of the traveling husbands series, where I’m sharing some key tips to keeping your sanity when you’re on your own at home.
PART FOUR: Coming home
Think about this: what do you want your traveling husband to come home to?
Do I want him to come home to a messy house, to be greeted by a long list of chores and complaints from a cranky wife?
Or do I want him to walk in to a peaceful, comfortable place full of people who are thrilled to see him?
Do I want him to have to pause at the door and brace himself for the chaos he’s about to face?
Or do I want him to walk in the door to our home and want to be nowhere else in the world?
I try hard to make sure my husband does not come home to a disaster. I clean the house during the afternoon on the day he is coming home. My kids like to “help” me, by dusting or cleaning up their room. I usually go grocery shopping that day as well and make sure I have a good meal planned – after eating out for a few days he’s usually dying for a home cooked meal. Then, if I can, I’ll even get the kids bathed and dressed in their pajamas.
So what feels casual is actually quite deliberate: house is clean, the lights are on, dinner is simmering on the stove, the kids are bathed, ready for the night and playing quietly, maybe I’ll have music playing… when he walks into a house, everything is done. We can eat dinner and just relax and be together.
(Of course, there’s been a few times that Husband has surprised us and come home early before we’ve prepared for his arrival. He finds it hilarious how we really live when he’s gone 😉
I highly recommend the book Heaven at Home: Establishing and Enjoying a Peaceful Home. It helped me create a vision of what I want our home to be – a place of refuge from the world, a place of love and acceptance and a place of refreshment – both for our family and for everyone who enters our home. There are fabulous chapters about encouraging your spouse, cultivating peace between siblings and structuring your day.
After all, home is where the heart is. And there’s nothing like coming home.