Is this all there is?

Lately I have found myself in a peculiar place. I am restless and discontented. I feel disconnected from my life. The other day I thought, "Is this all there is? Is there not more to life than this?" To people looking in, I might seem to have what I need to make me happy and content. I have a good husband with whom I will celebrate 16 years in a few weeks. I have four kids who have their moments (come on, we all know kids try our patience in a myriad of ways but we love them endlessly anyway). I have a good job, and a nice car, and a decent place to live.

So what's my problem? I have no idea. I just feel like my life is missing something. I get up, go to work, come home and ferry the kids to band rehearsals and football practice. I get them fed and in the bed, and I have an hour or two if I am lucky to have me time and hubby time. I guess part of the issue is, where's my fun? I don't have fun. Entertainment in my house consists of tv, computer, or video games (or books. I read a lot.)

Maybe my discontent is simply a byproduct of a long summer where money was scarce and so actually getting away from home was not something that happened much.  No date nights with hubby. No fun trips with the family. No, well anything.

I hope that is all it is. I hope that with the influx of the second income that will begin this week we can break out of this funk. I hope that the lack of money is the reason I couldn't get hubby to do anything with me, even if it was just a run to the store. I hope that is all it is, because if it isn't... we may be in trouble.