Am I in a season I need to slap myself out of?

Ok, I've been reading blogs lately that are the inspirational ones...Ann Voskamp, Kelle Hampton, among the stand outs - where they all are dressed so perfectly, have such peace, and just savor every touch, breath, moment, sigh, laugh, cry, and even fear.

I can be like that too. Often.

But lately?

Am I simply in a season that I should embrace, or should I slap myself out of it. Because while Kelle writes: "A few nights ago, I lay down with Lainey and rubbed her back as she fell asleep. With our bodies sidled up against each other and her head nestled into my neck, we talked about the things we talk about at night—school, upcoming events, funny things that happened during the course of our day..."

All I could think of was how I can't wait to have my kids actually STAY in bed and get out of their room and breathe. I'm not rubbing backs at the end of the day in an extended form, I'm not snuggling close.  I'm barely reading a few books to them, praying with them, tucking them in, and RUNNING out of the room for a drink, a book, or mindless TV. And bless their hearts if they try and sneak out. I'm not lovingly guiding them back to their room.

Sigh.

Ok...back to mindless and escapist "Grey's Anatomy." I wonder if the super grateful, sunny, ethereal bloggers watch TV?

It's been real. Pax Out!

P.S. I know I'll regret it if I stay in this pattern, so I'm working on it. I want to live my 14 hour days, not always wait for my "shift" to be over at 7 or 8pm. I want to snuggle. I want to lay in bed with them and breathe in their hair....I want ethereal.