This week has been kind of low key. It is not just because it is Christmastime, but also because the majority of the house is feeling under the weather.
Speaking of weather ... did I tell you how weird it was last week baking sugar cookies, making fudge and toffee, all while the windows were open because it was 70 degrees here. It was odd.
Anyhow, since it is a low key kind of week, the kids aren't really doing much school work and our schedule is .... well ... okay, there is no schedule right now.
So, I was in the kitchen this morning doing dishes and preparing dinner for tonight. My oldest son asked if there was anything he could help with. (LOVE!) I told him that I would appreciate him folding the towels for me and switching over the laundry.
As he was starting to fold, he mentioned how boring it was.
His statement got me thinking.
My days are filled with what the world would perceive as boring. I do laundry (2 to 3 loads a day), dishes (about 2 loads a day), school time with my children, wiping counters, wiping tables, sweeping floors, picking up, making lunches, making dinner, freezer cooking, blogging, and that is usually all by lunchtime.
Am I complaining?
I love being boring. I love staying home. I love being a homemaker.
I love the freedom to have a structured day or a low key day. I love getting to know my children better than I ever thought I would be able to. I love teaching them. I love watching them grow.
I am thankful that God has shown us how to be good stewards of my husband income. An income that the world thinks we should not be able to live on.
But we do.
All of our needs are met with my husbands income.
I am thankful that I am able to stay home. I am thankful I am able to be a homemaker. I am thankful that my husband works so I can stay home. I am thankful that he supports and encourages me to stay home.
I am thankful for boring.