My home on the web…a glimpse into my “real” home as well I suppose, (Assuming you want one of course. *wink* )
A place on the web for me to celebrate my calling in life…my passion…the very thing that gets me out of bed every morning, usually as the sun is rising. The thing that makes me smile…inspires me to bargain hunt, thrift shop, flea market dig, and browse at etsy.com. My source of daily inspiration, way of creative expression, and means of reaching out to others. It is also occasionally a source of frustration, chaos, and dish-pan hands.
I am, of course, talking about my life as a housewife. A *hopeful* housewife, no doubt. Hopeful that my devotion to my family will make a difference. Hopeful that I will successfully reach out to other mothers and homemakers and prove to them that their calling is not only important, but rewarding and delightful as well. And naturally, I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to find a cure for “ring around the collar”, armpit stains in under-shirts, that funky discoloration in cheap plastic food storage containers, and poor pee aim in young boys.
I’ll always maintain my hope when it comes to creating a delcious meal with the last five things in the pantry, (which usually consists of a can of tomato sauce, a can of beets, italian breadcrumbs, quick oats and that one egg in the fridge thats going bad TOMORROW.)
I’ll try to cling to my hope while I am desperately attempting to catch up on homeschooling, baking, shopping, laundry, weeding, bill paying, tea towel ironing, shirt starching, tablecloth smoothing, and dog poop disposal.
I’ll question my hope when I’m 2 weeks behind on everything, burn my dinner, and the dog poops in my shoe because I forgot to feed him.
I’ll try to keep a positive mindset because what I do…what MANY of us are priveleged to do is not only filled with hope, but excitement, love, and constant rewards…sometimes we just need a little help to see them through the sea of toys, fabric scraps, runny noses, dirty diapers, smelly socks, and dust bunnies.
My life is filled with hope. Most of the time its the hope I have, but perhaps sometimes it’s the hope I must seek out and cling to for dear life. And dear it is.
Welcome to my home. Make yourself comfortable…just nevermind the funny smell. It’s this new casserole I’m trying. I’m not sure it’s going to work out for me, but what can I say…I had an egg I had to use.