Matters of the Home

I love life! I like what I do; homeschool my kids, write music, teach Bible studies, & many more things less interesting & more exciting. But I really don't "get" domestic pride. (There it is! Out in the open for the entire world to see!) I have friends who take great pride in decorating. They know the names of the paint that cover their walls, (Blissful Morning, Sandy Dune.) They've got nick-knacks that harmonize with the ambiance of the room. Their furniture is their pride & joy; what their furniture is covered with is of great importance!

Honestly, I’ve had my couch for eleven years & even I can see its in bad shape. Two-by-fours are hidden beneath the cushions to keep my guests’ bottoms from sinking to the floor, for heaven’s sake! I NEED a new couch! However, I got this one from Sam’s club, two of my living room chairs were given to me, & my recliner was picked up from the side of the road with a “free” sign attached to it. I obviously have no sense of pride when it comes to my furnishings. & I have no sense of pride because I am completely illiterate of all things domestic. I seem to be incapable of roasting a simple rump of beef. My children sadly shake their heads when they’re called to the dinner table, & I don’t want to eat it either!

Give me an event to plan & I come ALIVE! Give me a song to write & I nearly crawl out of my skin with understanding. I can handle choreography, I have insight for setting a stage, I am empowered with the gift of promotions; but, Lord, don’t send me to clean my room!

I will spend an hour cleaning a room that would take my mother ten minutes. When I start putting my husband’s sudoku puzzles away I see a better way to stack his nightly reading materials, then… "Oh, look at how messy his bedside drawer is. Oh, my goodness! There it is! I’ve been looking for that. I’d better put this in my purse right now. Hey! There are those hooks I bought at the hardware store. I’ll get those up right now so I don’t forget again. Look at these stairs! That’s disgusting! I’ll go ahead & vacuum these. Oh, no! the belt’s broken! Fine. I’m exhausted anyway. I’ll just sit down for a minute… Well, since I’m sitting here I might as well check my email... That’s right. I’ve got to get that postcard designed for Hadassah." ...& all I was trying to do was clean my own room!

So, all you Domestic goddesses, enjoy your craving for cleanliness & organization. Revel in your need for cubbies & hooks. Just know that as much as I want to be like you; as many books as I’ve read, seminars I’ve attended, & prayers that I’ve prayed, I am, & seems like I’ll forever be... well, there is no name for me, I'm just somebody who likes doing what she's good at & is forever trying to improve upon what she stinks at.

Sounds like life, huh?