Come on, let’s laugh a little.
There’s a reason we draw lines in the sand.
It’s so we can smudge them out.
And draw them again.
As an at-home mom for the 16th year, I still dream of that day when the house is SPOTLESS, the laundry is DONE and dinner is on the DINING ROOM table, not the coffee table in the den. But then dreams wouldn’t be dreams now, would they, if they were just our simple reality, right? So I keep dreaming.
However, what I never really dreamed about, growing up, as I pondered the forever husband who would come through the back door happily exclaiming, “Honey, I’m home,” was the possibility that it would be me coming through the back door yelling, “CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME WITH THIS STUFF???” Despite the fact that I no longer hold down what most people would consider a NORMAL job, I do work a lot. I work about four hours a day as a taxi cab driver, an occasional television producer, three or more hours a day as a horse trainer, groomer, feeder and poop scooper, at least an hour running endless errands, about an hour as a cook, an ironing board attendant, a wet clothes cleaner as opposed to the nicer — more expensive — dry cleaner, a freelance writer, a band mom, a dog feeder, dog waterer and a let-them-in-and-outer. I often wonder how many hours of my life I actually lose letting the dogs in…and out…in…and out…but I’m getting off track. Oh wait, I do that too on a regular basis and it’s work just getting back on track and figuring out where I was and what I was doing. So, you see, as this story goes, the little woman at home vacuuming the floors in heels and pearls was NEVER in my DNA. I love a clean house, clean clothes and dinner on the table; but, sometimes, if that is going to happen, it’s my husband doing it after he gets done at the office. YEP, you heard me. I have one of those crazy husbands, who not only supports every non-paying job I have, but helps pick up the slack so I can maintain all of them.
When my dad needs a ride to the doctor, my husband believes I’m the one who should be there. When I have a friend in need of moral support, my husband finds something else to do. If I take up the better part of a day doing back-to-back Bible studies, he tells me how glad he is that I do it so I can share what I’ve learned with him later.
Now, don’t shoot the messenger, because it’s not always, “Oh honey let me do that for you,” around here. Just this morning, as he headed for his car, he told me how NICE it would be if he had some CLEAN underwear for tomorrow. Just as he was backing out of the driveway, I grabbed a pair off the floor, swung them around, and told him ,“I am on it!” Salute! He called on his cell phone mere moments later, as he drove away, to remind me how he had joyfully folded my underclothes just the night before. But, wait a second; this is where the title of this story plays in. He folded laundry while he was watching a basketball game. Why? Because he could. It’s one of those little secrets of a happy relationship. I ironed his clothes and packed his lunch because, at the time, I was the one who could do it. He took our son to school and gave me the morning off because he could do it. I dropped off a business package downtown, because, hey I was already going that way. He stopped by the pasture and fed the horses because he could make a quick detour.
“Whoever can do it” should just be the way things work all over the world. It’s worked for us… well, except for all attempts I’ve made to draw a line in the sand when it comes to the shower. I think he should scrub it as many times as I’ve had to do it.
He just washes that idea right down the drain.
I Peter 4:11
Do you have the gift of speaking?
Then speak as though God himself were speaking through you.
Do you have the gift of helping others?
Do it with all the strength and energy that God supplies.
Then everything you do will bring glory to God through Jesus Christ.
All glory and power to him forever and ever!
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