James had drill this weekend and I swore I would get my house clean. I've been in a funk for a while and I didn't have much hope for my weekend but I have to say – I got stuff done. Wifey, homemaker stuff.
I did get some cleaning done (which included hanging our freshly-washed coverlet over the deck rail redneck style so that it could bleach and dry in the sunshine). I thought if I could sunshine-dry my laundry, maybe I could take this homemaker thing a step further and make cinnamon rolls – from scratch. They came out looking a little like sea urchins but they were tasty and Evyn and I were so proud of ourselves we ate them for lunch. We used this recipe with the modifications suggested by reviewers.
I got so domestic this weekend that I even made a skirt out of my old jeans (I promise, I'll show you soon). It wasn't that difficult and they didn't turn out ugly.
Then – then – we planted stuff.
I am a person who needs to be able to see my productivity – not just experience it. I thrive on producing stuff – be it food, a clean room, freshly potted rosemary, or a thing to wear. Furthermore, I need to be graded. I thrive on grades, performance appraisals – I want to know where I stand. Which makes it tough to be a stay at home mom. Where everything I do either creates more mess or gets slowly unraveled. And the most common performance appraisal I get is exasperation from my four-year old.
It's probably selfish, to need more validation than the obvious picture of overall health and strength of our family. I am trying trying trying to live to glorify God. To not need anything more than to look back on my day and know that everything I did would please Him.
Maybe that's why I was so content on Sunday night. Maybe God knew I needed sunshine. And to not screw anything up for a couple of days. This was a Successful Susie weekend if I've ever had one, and my ego is ever so thankful for it.
For a good read, visit this article on redeeming our time.
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