In most ways, I absolutely love the season of life I am in. My kids are awesome ages. I have a sweet baby to snuggle. My kids are pretty easy, compared to what others experience. Brett and I enjoy one another immensely. We have a house we love, in an area we love, doing what we love. Our extended families are wonderful. Life is good. God is so, so good. Probably the only part of this season of life that I struggle with is that I feel like my house looks like a daycare. And I am having a hard time embracing it. Truly, because my decorating budget is minuscule, my house does not look how I want it to look, anyway (outdated kitchen/bathrooms, old or cheap furniture {not all of it, just some of it}, etc). I have done my best with what I could. I don't actually mind the outdated and cheap stuff, because I am so thankful for my house (it's peaceful, a great floor plan, beautiful outside, and overall a huge bless...