As I started to think I have not been on here in...well let's just say...quite awhile... I was pondering about the title of my blog. I named it home improvement Mom and Wife. I am glad I chose "HOME" improvement instead of "HOUSE" improvement. The word house, to me, means an empty vessel. It is an object of boards, bricks, shingles, paint, etc. But the word home means something totally different, "home is where the heart is," "home is where you can let your hair down," "home is where your family is." These cliches come to mind. We have not been doing much house improving lately. I am back to school, taking 3 classes. I am trying to keep my house and home in order and raise 2 kids and try to support my husband however I can. As I was sweeping the floor it's 60' here in Michigan. The snow is melting and the dogs are a muddy mess. I decided to mop to make the floor look nice (at least to give the dogs a blank canvas for their muddy paw art). Then I cleaned the bathrooms and dusted, wiped the counters in the kitchen and emptied the dishwasher. Then it was onto the last task I had set aside a few days...ironing. I do not enjoy ironing, in fact, I do not know many people who do. It is tedious and something to be put off. When thinking about it like this, it was putting me in a bad mood. My mind drifts as I do the most mundane chores, run on the treadmill, let's just say I cannot shut it off. I started thinking how handsome my husband would look in his freshly ironed shirt. Then I thought of how hard he works for us. He wasn't always an ironed-shirt wearing guy. He used to own a landscaping company. His idea of dressing up was a sweater and khakis. He chose to use his degree and start a different career after having a family. If he can learn to (at least tolerate) wearing suits and ties, then the least I can do is learn to enjoy ironing. I use the word "enjoy" somewhat loosely here. I can enjoy it through thinking of how much more handsome he looks in a ironed shirt versus a wrinkled shirt. I can also use the opportunity to pray for my husband. I am ironing a "work" shirt, so what I perfect opportunity to pray for my husband and his work. As I was finishing up ironing his shirts, I realized, this is not so bad. I can take a few moments out of my day to pray for my other half, my team mate in life and the one who works so hard to provide for myself and our children.
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