I was perusing a blog this morning, and she talked about how homemaking was her job, and she took it seriously. She gets up early, cooks, cleans, prepares delicious meals, blah, blah, blah.
I wanted to choke her.
The next blog in my reader, was describing how to create HANDMADE love notes for your child's lunch box. Seriously? Write on a napkin or buy the ones premade, never mind that my kids always buy their lunch.
I didn't attend any bible studies this week. Or last week. Or the week before.
We had cereal one night for dinner.
The laundry isn't done, the floors aren't spotless, and I don't get up early to make my kids a hot breakfast. I fix something for Junior, and the girls are on their own.
I think it's okay if my kids wear the same pajamas more than one night. (I don't think they should wear the same clothes every day, but luckily that's not an issue here!)
I don't handmake my husband cards. I don't send a letter every day to Gunner. I don't make cute countdown chains or calendars or any of that stuff.
I don't water my lawn, because if it dies then I don't have to mow it or go through the trouble of getting housing to do it.
I don't save everything I am getting rid of for a garage sale. If I didn't like the person who gave it to me, am I going to want money from the sale of said item? Not hardly.
I do love my kids, take care of my kids, workout, keep the house reasonable clean, and make sure there is always toilet paper. The dog gets walked, fed, and watered.
I don't spend my free minutes scrubbing, cleaning corners with qtips, or making sure the underside of my chairs have no spots on them.
I did take my children ice skating, to the What If festival, to the Cool Science event, on a walk, had a movie night, and took them to Burger King because I didn't want to cook. (Pictures to come)
Life is good, and if my baseboards are a little dusty, at least I know it's for a good reason--Em, Abs, and Junior.