...Is figuring out where to start.
The Boy and I have lived together for 5 years now. We started in a bedroom, cramped, a little moody, with my stuff in boxes on a patio. We graduated to an apartment, then to a house we shared, and finally to our own home this past February. In all of these places we've lived, there has never been a system designed to keep things neat and tidy. Everything had been shoved where they could fit and that was that.
Due to an enormous amount of projects I was bogged down with this year, I never got the chance to fully unpack the house. Now I can! Exciting!!! But this puts me with the hard task of creating workable systems and pretty functionality all while appeasing the "I'm a man, don't make things too girly" mentality of The Boy...you know since he has to live there, too.
So my to do list is ginormous!
Currently my craft room is completely empty. I just redid the floor - a beautiful grape and black metallic with glitter mixed in...looks like the Milky Way! Logically, I should probably start the big overhaul there, but for some reason, it's just so hard to commit to that space.
I'll probably tackle both the craft room and the living room to appease the monkey on my back.
~Sarah
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
My Clueless Homemaking
It really is just that.
In a world full of extremes, I was blindly searching for some help. Help being a fantastic wife, training to be a wonderful mother, and guidance on making a happy place the family will want to come home to. The problem I kept running into on my search (for the Holy Grail, apparently), was either the Extreme Religious "Pray and read the bible, my humble servants" home or the Extreme Feminist "how dare you do things for your man when he has two capable hands" home. I am neither of these, in the least. I couldn't even find a happy medium to even pretend to go off of.
I am in a category all on its own. The homemaker who works 40ish hours a week, goes to the gym 3 days a week (on a good week, mind you), juggles horrendous time consuming hobbies, attempting to get pregnant, and coincidentally knows very little about this seemingly lost art of homemaking.
So join me on a journey of figuring it out. A journey of honing my skills. A journey of making our newly bought (a year ago) house a beautiful, organized, glorious place to grow old in and eventually grow up in. A journey of learning to juggle.
~Sarah
In a world full of extremes, I was blindly searching for some help. Help being a fantastic wife, training to be a wonderful mother, and guidance on making a happy place the family will want to come home to. The problem I kept running into on my search (for the Holy Grail, apparently), was either the Extreme Religious "Pray and read the bible, my humble servants" home or the Extreme Feminist "how dare you do things for your man when he has two capable hands" home. I am neither of these, in the least. I couldn't even find a happy medium to even pretend to go off of.
I am in a category all on its own. The homemaker who works 40ish hours a week, goes to the gym 3 days a week (on a good week, mind you), juggles horrendous time consuming hobbies, attempting to get pregnant, and coincidentally knows very little about this seemingly lost art of homemaking.
So join me on a journey of figuring it out. A journey of honing my skills. A journey of making our newly bought (a year ago) house a beautiful, organized, glorious place to grow old in and eventually grow up in. A journey of learning to juggle.
~Sarah
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