Today’s Homemaker

I’m not a work-aholic (Doh! Isn’t denial the first sign of a problem?). Be that as it may, my confession is this: my house is a wreck right now! In fact, I have written a poem about it.

Laundry to the ceiling!
         Dishes to the sky!
Alas, I’ve got the feeling
         That something’s gone awry.

Someone wave their magic wand
         Once or maybe twice
Or else I’ll have to find a way
         To take my own advice!

And there were bows all around.

Seriously, what does work have to do with it? Well…I have three jobs right now. Yes, three. Three jobs that I am passionate about and work on until 3 or 4 in the morning. Even 5, on occasion. It may be unhealthy, but I’ve never felt more fulfilled in my life.

So over the next week, I am going to have you hold me to the task of keeping my house clean. Thankfully, it’s not just my responsibility. My husband and I share the load. After all, we both live here, right?

So even if you are silent (as far as the comments go…where is everyone?), know this–YOU are the cheerleader in my ear, the taskmaster that’s nudging me forward, the proud trainer that smiles as I soar up the steps in Rocky fashion. The student has become the teacher.