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Redefining “Perfect” & “Productivity”

Cleaning and cooking can wait ’till tomorrow

For babies grow up, as we’ve learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,

  I’m rocking my baby, and babies don’t keep

In case you didn’t already know, I have a confession to make; I, Heather, am a perfectionist… Maybe even a little obsessive-compulsive… Ok more than a little!

It drives me crazy when I have a sink full of dishes. I get stressed when my house is messy and disorganized. It irritates me when my floors are dirty and crumbs stick to the bottom of my bare feet, or when I step in a sticky spot in the kitchen. (no, the answer is not to wear shoes!). Or when my bathroom mirror has toothpaste specks/smudges on it. Or when there are piles of junk mail on my kitchen counter…

Does all this mean I have a perfect house? Um, no! Not by a long shot! The truth is, one of my biggest fears as a homemaker is that company will show up unexpected, me still in my pajamas (bed-head, bad breath and all!), with my house a complete mess!

And so I run around with my mental “to-do” lists, trying to be “productive” and make my house look Continue reading

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What I’m thankful for: The privilege of being a SAHM {11/4/11}

“How can it be a large career to tell other people’s children about the rule of three, and a small career to tell one’s own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything to someone? No. A woman’s function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute. I will pity Mrs. Jones for the hugeness of her task; I will never pity her for its smallness.”

G.K Chesterton

Today I am thankful for the job my husband has, which gives me the opportunity to stay home with my children.

This is not something I take lightly, nor is it something I was forced to do. No, I chose to stay home with my children, because I want to be the one to kiss their boo-boos, read them stories, and teach them about life. Call me selfish, but I want to be their “everything”. Not forever, of coarse, but for the first few {short} years of their life. Continue reading

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