I do not, nor will I ever regret working with victims of domestic violence. It is a job I will continue to do. It's just nice seeing my family and snuggling with my babies. (Yes, even Charlie is a baby. I don't care if he is going to be nine here in a couple of weeks.)
We sold the yellow goat tonight. It was not a sale we were intending, but these people needed a milking goat for a bottle baby goat that is small. We
My children have missed me. That's for sure. But they know that helping people is important and know that my being gone means I've been helping people. They know it's a domestic violence shelter, but they don't know what domestic violence it. (Thankfully.) They just know that people go there who are hurt and scared and I make them safe and happy.
I feel like I am a bit out of kilter with the flow of the home. I know that tomorrow I will find the rhythm, but it is still strange feeling out of step.
Hannah just drew a picture of me and wrote my name under it. "WOWWY" I think she wrote her M upside down. I also have seven fingers on one hand and four fingers on the other. Her picture of herself has five fingers and eight fingers. Yeah, I love being home. :)