Man, I want to be productive. Honest!
I want my handiwork to be seen throughout our rooms; beds made, clothes picked up, sparkling bathroom...etc. I want to keep things spic-n'-span just how my fiancé likes it, but in reality, I'm no Cinderella.
My day starts around 7:00 in the morning...after staying up till 12:00 AM the night before. I'm supposed to get up, wash up, and start on making Josh's lunch. Since I am addicted to late night mobile internet browsing, I've set a special alarm to go off at 7:10 called "Wake up and get it together." (Whatever "it" may be.) Being a serious slowpoke in the morning, I give myself 15 minutes before Josh wakes up because he has the ability to get cleaned up and dressed in 20 minutes or less; the amount of time it takes me to rub my eyes and wake up. In 15 minutes, I can wash my face, brush my teeth, and pat down my hair, but don't let that deceive you into thinking I'm ready to run out of the house. No sir.
Once I have his lunch ready and hanging on the door, I fix him a quick breakfast and feed it to him while he puts on his shoes. By this time, I am awake...at that instant, I feel very accomplished. It's one of the very few moments of my day where my timing must be spot on. Because once he has tied his shoes, he shoots right into the bathroom, then launches himself out of the house with time for quick peck on the lips as I walk him to the door. I lock it behind him thinking "He's fed. He has food for later. I helped make this happen. Wow! I'm good."
The rest of the day is spent watching Netflix, eating, working on the blog, checking out whatever sparks my curiosity, fighting to stay awake, take a nap, and washing loads of laundry that don't get folded. I feel so guilty when Josh comes home to a messy room with glasses everywhere. He's so patient and sweet; he simply takes them to the kitchen sink, and asks about my day...which makes me even more upset with myself. I feel like my whole had has went by, and I've been a bump on a log for the past 12 hours. Am I the only stay-at-home-dame guilty of this?
But I want to be productive. Honest!
I want to spend my days sewing, cleaning, cooking, baking, ironing, doing laundry, learning, writing, drawing, gardening, and whatever else perfect housewives do! I wanna be a Proverbs 31 woman (Oh boy, I went there.), because she is the perfect wife. She gets up early and works all day and night (Prov. 31:15-18). Her husband has nothing to worry about when it comes to his wife's reliability (Prov. 31:11-12). And she takes care of multiple tasks like preparing food, buying land, and making money! A woman like that gets her strength from The Almighty God. Her power comes from within her heart, because whatever the task at hand, she does it with love, and God is love.
It's funny, because I am realizing this as I'm writing. That a wife is able to run her daily routine because of the passion she has for making her husband happy...well of course if she has a passion for a clean house, that helps too I guess. Right now, I'm feeling that God would like me to ask Him for strength to carryout the day, because I really can't do anything without him. Like...right when I wake up before I set foot out of bed. I probably should start then, huh?
If, by any chance, you have similar feelings through out your day, I have one trick that kind of helps me to be productive in the day while Josh is at work. I create a to-do list, but not a real long one or else it becomes overwhelming. Just about 7-8 MAX duties to fulfill...and some duties are easy so I may feel accomplished as I check them off my list! I list things I realize need to be done from the day before or things that Josh may have mentioned like straightening out our bedrooms, clean the toilet, wash bedsheets, bake something sweet...etc. But the most important task I have on my list is "make special time for God," which is basically me trying to have a conversation with the Heavenly Father. I've learned the hard way that in order to maintain a healthy relationship, it requires communication. You can not expect to be peas and carrots with a friend that you only speak to when you are in need of something. Sad but true, and because this is true, I try to make time to talk to God at least once a day. To tell Him that I love Him, and why I love Him, and to thank Him for another day with those that I love. It may not seem like much, but this is all it takes to change the rest of my day. I become more pleasant and delightful, my spirit feels light, and my heart aches a bit as though I am in love. I'm happy because I feel God's delight in me as His daughter.
This is my invite to you: WHOEVER is reading this article. Leave a comment on your daily routine. What time do you start your day? What do you have to do in order to keep your boat afloat? What do you want to change, if anything? How do you like to spend your special time with God?
God Bless, friends, and stay passionate.
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