ho hum day

What a day! I seems like no matter what you do, the second you wake up life is working against you. I don’t want to post anything negative, but, it feels like this is the only thing happening today. I won’t go through my list of grievances. I will sum it all up with, I feel tired, lonely, ignored, and harried. There is no peace, harmony or beauty in this house today! To quote the wicked witch of the west, who is visiting today….”what a world, what a world!”

Homemaker

What is being a homemaker really? Am I the cook and the maid? Do I spend all my days running here and there, playing taxi for everybody? Am I the servant, the slave? Pretty much yes, and no.

  • Let us start with the first question: am I the cook. The answer to that is yes, I spend a majority of my day preparing, serving and cleaning up food, so yeah I am the cook. I am also so much more. I nourish my family, it is up to me to prepare nutritious food, to purchase it, prepare it and serve it. My children and husband’s diet depends on what I put in front of them. Am I just throwing quick food in front of them, or do I take the time to prepare nutritious, delicious meals that not only fill their bellies but their souls too? Do they see the love I put into their meals, or do they see me hurried, tired, and not bothered?

  • Am I the maid? Well, I do the majority of the cleaning and what I am not cleaning I am supervising the cleaning of. So I guess I am the maid. I also keep my home in order, so my family can have a place that feels peaceful to come to. I provide the harbor in the storm of life. I set the tone and the mood for the house. If My Partner in Crime comes home from a long day and a long drive he will feel so much more relaxed coming into a house that is in order, clean, tidy (as much as it can be with 5 kids!). Can he sit in a chair without having to clear it of toys and laundry first? Can he clear his head in the midst of a mess? When he is happy and relaxed, the whole family is. So yes, I am the maid.
  • Am I a taxi service? Yes, in a very limited capacity. I know a lot of mom’s that spend hours in the car driving their kids here and there. I refuse to do that. I do not think it is conducive to a happy, smoothly run house hold. If I am in the car all the time then I do not have the time to cook, my family ends up eating fast food too much. If I am in the car all evening who is home to greet my husband? A hurried wife, who is tired, hungry and behind. I think kids are way too scheduled. They don’t need to participate in every activity out there. My older girls take piano lessons, and that is it. If they wanted to do something else, that would be fine, but they only get one thing. Kids benefit from free play time, time to just unwind and let their imaginations sore. So yea, I am sort of the taxi, sort of.
  • Am I a slave? A servant? No, because I am not forced to do this. It is my life’s work, my love and my passion. I haven’t always felt this way. I still have my days that I feel invisible, over worked and tired. I decided that I was going to change my attitude; I was going to love my job that has made all the difference in the world. I want my family to look at their home as an oasis; I want friends to sit in my living room and wish to stay forever. I want to make life beautiful for my family, for my husband. Only I can do this, I am the wife and the mother, I am a woman and God has given these special gifts to me. I need to use them how he would have me. I need to beautify our life.

Something to think about

I have heard the prophecy’s, that in the last day The Church would be persecuted. I never really understood how that could happen in the United States of America, aren’t we all free to worship how we want? I am starting to see how it could happen. Since Mitt Romney has been running for President out enemies have been coming out of the woodwork. Hardly a day goes by that we don’t see something in the news about Mormonism being a cult, or not be a “Christian” religion. It saddens me. Really truly saddens me. I read a lot of blogs written by conservative Christians, and some of the things they say are the worst. I don’t understand how a Christian can be so judgmental. Aren’t we all children of the same God, not matter what religion or theology we choose to believe? Don’t we all deserve to be treated with respect? I for one hold any person with high respect when they are God fearing. There are many, many people who do not share my religion that are more in tune with God, that are more deserving of His love than I. I don’t understand why that same courtesy is not extended to me. I may not be of the same religion, but do not question my belief in Jesus Christ. Do not judge my faithfulness, my Christianity. There is only one who can do that, and it is Jesus Christ, himself.

So is there anything I can do about this? Probably not. I cannot change everybody’s views on my religion. This scripture come to mind whenever I start to be angry and frustrated by this kind of treatment.

Luke 7:16 “Ye shall know them by their fruits.”

I also think of the Hymn “Each Life that Touches Ours for Good.”

I may not be able to change everybody’s mind, however, everybody I come in contact with, I will leave an impression. They will know my religion by knowing me. What am I telling the world about “The Mormons”?

Some food for thought….

The Game

I like to make my Partner in Crime want to come home to me. I want him to be excited to come home to me, his wife, and his kids. I want him to feel a sense of peace and calm when he walks in the door. However we have 5 punk kids. Peace and calm are hard to come by! Still want him to feel wanted, needed and loved. So we play a game. About 15 minutes before Dad gets home, we do a quick clean of the living room. Then as I am finishing up dinner (I like dinner either done or just about there when he gets home) I send the girls to watch for their Dad. They stand at the door looking out the little side window for his car to pull up. When he does the burst out and race to be the first to hug him. He is a good sport; he hugs one, kisses another, gives one his lunch box and hugs the other when he gets in the house, so they all get to be the “first” at something. It is a wonderful start to a crazy night; he is always smiling as he walks in the door with his little girls surrounding him

about me!

Hi, my name is Mom, yes, Mom. At least that is what the majority of the people around here call me. Sometime I hear a variation, maybe Mama or Mommy or Ma! There was a time, a long time ago that I was known by another name, I just don’t remember what that name was, so I answer to “Mom”. I have 5 punk kids, or slaves, as they like to call themselves (I have pointed out that if they really were slaves I would have sold them a long time ago, since they are terrible slaves) But really, I love my little punks, I have 4 of the female variety and one male. The most favorite person of mine who inhabits my little zoo is Dad (he had another name too, I just don’t remember…) he is my partner in crime; he helped me create this crazy zoo house. I also have a zillion rabbits, yes a zillion, and that is all I am going to say about that! I am a homemaker by profession; well it is more like a calling. I am not just a stay at home mom, or a house keeper or a house wife, I am a HOMEMAKER. I make our house a home, and I love it! I am also a want-a-be farmer, who is stuck in the suburbs!
This is going to be a blog of my adventures, my thoughts and my feelings about life, family, home, God, marriage, anything really. I hope to make people laugh, and to inspire people to be just a little better than they were the day before, to hug your spouse a little tighter and hold your children a little closer.