Out of Tune with Domesticity
Archive for November, 2008
I am what I think I am
Nov 20th
God called me lazy today.
For the last while, and especially this week, I’ve been moping around feeling pretty sorry for myself. I haven’t been getting dressed. I haven’t been cleaning. I’ve been flat out sour.
Today I had a meeting with the local MOPS group I’ve joined. It was Christmas craft day and my day was brightened even more because my Mother in law was taking care of my two year old. I was left with only one child in-tow and I’d gotten his feeding schedule just-so this morning as to not disturb my 10am to noon crafting session. I was going to drop my baby off in the nursery at church, go my meeting, drink coffee and act like the refreshed mother I’m not. But it was going to be wonderful.
And it was.
Until I was Convicted.
The devotional this morning was on Proverbs 31:10-31.
10 [c] A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships, More >
Letting the dog from the leash
Nov 19th
The kitchen is full of dishes. Some left from Sunday’s party, some from other times. Until earlier today, the dining room table still held three dirty plates from dinner last night…one being my husband’s over half full of old spaghetti. I’d upset him too much to eat, I guess. I was having another mid-week meltdown and giving him the what-for about my isolated life as a full time Mom.
I haven’t gotten dressed all week, save for on Monday when we attempted to have a great day at the zoo. We had a day there, anyway. Today I sat on my bed on pins and needles as Adrien slept in the living room and Jude lay on my bed napping. The last shower I had was Saturday morning before a friend’s baby shower. Still, it was nap time and I’d chosen first and foremost to dig into a book that had come for me in today’s mail. Dishes and hygiene be damned, because this book was about finding yourself in the depths of motherhood.
Not even one chapter in and a dog started to yip outside my bedroom window. Banging from above. The trophy wife of the doctor who lives above More >