Contentment seems far off

I have been contemplating writing for many days now and finally got the chance to get here. There are many things I could write about.
I guess I am just frustrated regarding the choices some people make and then somehow drag myself and my family into. I really enjoy helping others out because of the satisfied feeling I get inside, but my flesh fights the good inside me more often than I would like to admit.

It also seems like I don't like to work as a nurse 'cause it makes me crabby (which I think is due to frustration with the situations), but even when I am not working I am crabby staying home with my kids. I am not content in my circumstances like Paul was when he said he has learned to be content...I have a long way to go. This is frustrating 'cause I thought I was doing really good. Boo. I do miss visiting people in their homes and would like to see some visits again soon.

On the plus side, I have been enjoying being a home body more and more 'cause taking several kids out is a daunting task and I seem to have endless things that need doing here at home.
I enjoy making meals for my family and working in crafts here. My kids and Tom need to learn to enjoy staying home yet.