I've been a stay-at-home mom for two months and counting.
I haven't quit my job -- *breathe out, folks* -- I've just been on bed rest.
It was Divine providence in many ways. My body's stress signs were screaming for attention : shingles and early labor contractions became medical orders for isolation and complete bed rest.
A recipe to shut down. And I did. Except my guilt didn't when it hit me what I had been missing.
