It happened again... Someone asked what I do all day long. This time the question was asked in regard to having so many children, because they probably help so much, you know. I hope I wasn't rude when I told him that I actually have a lot to do and stay quite busy. He than asked "Oh, you must help your husband with the church work then?" I felt sure he needed an education on my life but then I thought it best for me to keep my mouth shut. I didn't have the best attitude at the moment.
So, even though my children have chores and help around the house, they don't do everything and I stay quite busy. That doesn't include the rest of my life that doesn't happen to revolve around housework.
I was really encouraged by a sweet friend who has recently been working at home for about six weeks. She seemed surprised that there really is a lot to be done around a house and it can be rewarding, even a blessing to your husband. She had encouraged me saying that she was glad to know there were people who enjoyed staying home and taking care of their families. Honestly, if she had not just been so sweet yesterday, I probably would have bit this man's head off today. (At the moment of this man's questioning, I was crawling across a floor trying to keep Abigail from grabbing a dog's tail and pull over a stack of magazines.)
So now that's off my chest, I can climb down from my soap box and go start a load of laundry.
So, even though my children have chores and help around the house, they don't do everything and I stay quite busy. That doesn't include the rest of my life that doesn't happen to revolve around housework.
I was really encouraged by a sweet friend who has recently been working at home for about six weeks. She seemed surprised that there really is a lot to be done around a house and it can be rewarding, even a blessing to your husband. She had encouraged me saying that she was glad to know there were people who enjoyed staying home and taking care of their families. Honestly, if she had not just been so sweet yesterday, I probably would have bit this man's head off today. (At the moment of this man's questioning, I was crawling across a floor trying to keep Abigail from grabbing a dog's tail and pull over a stack of magazines.)
So now that's off my chest, I can climb down from my soap box and go start a load of laundry.
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