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