I was a SAHM too mpeters, and it was frustrating sometimes to want to sew, sew, sew, but instead I knew they needed me to be there paying attention to them, so I did what I could, when I could. There are days now when I know I'm blessed to have the time to do whatever I want with my quilting, but at odd moments, I miss the patter of their little feet so bad I just sit and cry.
Sorry, didn't mean to be a downer here. But I miss them so bad sometimes. My youngest left home two years ago. But he just got married in July, so I'm kinda going through the whole "empty nest" thing all over again. Not sure I understand why. LOL