10 Tips for Taking Care of Your Sick Spouse
Sniffles. Headaches. Fever. Cough. Tissues… It can all be a little overwhelming when your spouse is sick. B was sick with the flu alllll last week, and it was so hard to watch. Mostly because financially, we’re tight right now. So I couldn’t risk catching his illness and missing work. Otherwise I’d’ve been able to…
Pursuit of Happiness
I’ve tried rebelling against reality by wracking my brain for ways to make it happen NOW, but none of my ideas are coming to fruition fast enough for my impatient little ego. My heart understands that this timing thing, of course, isn’t up to me. It’s up to Yahweh and Him alone – so in the meantime…
Two Tasks
I sat there and checked in with my body for a few minutes. My mind was cloudy from exhaustion. My head hurt from my hair being pulled back. My body was tired from standing all day. And I thought, “How am I ever going to have enough energy to balance a full-time job and a clean home?”
Meal Plan Mondays
This week we decided on six meals: (if you click on the photos of the dish, it will take you to their original page!)
The Heart of a Homemaking Worrier
Over and over again the thought ran through my head, “Are you living your life the way Yahweh would want you to be living?”
And the answer to that is generally always “No.” But it’s never a discouraging question. It’s more like a beautiful reminder that I can always try again. I can always try harder. I can always get better at how I honor Yah, and I can always find new ways to honor my husband. Because Yahweh doesn’t expect perfection; He expects performance.
“Take pride and take ownership in what I’ve given you… and then we’ll talk.”
“Take pride and take ownership in what I’ve given you… and then we’ll talk.” I had hardly started my prayer. I was about to pray for guidance on a new house hunting venture my husband and I find ourselves to be seeking a little more each day. I had just set up three viewings for…
“SEXY ASS HOUSEWIFE!”
“Sexy Ass Housewife!” He says as he cat-calls me to try and gas me up. He’s been doing this all day. Today I wore a dress. It’s yellow with flowers everywhere. It has those cute little coconut wood buttons, and the way it shapes around my chest makes me feel like a woman. A couple…
“Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of not giving up.”
The last 3 months have been incredibly challenging. From the last two months of my pregnancy rendering me essentially useless, an incredibly traumatizing birth experience, Papito getting sick, B getting sick, struggling with postpartum psychosis and having no clue what was going on, watching Chiquito start to turn blue after he vomited in his sleep…
We’re entitled to hate being a mom somedays. Right?
I’d say we’re entitled to five days a year to hate being a mom and it be socially acceptable. We can hate everything about it. Five days a year. But realistically it’s more like 50. How many days per year do we actually hate being a mom? Question our entire existence? Wonder how we are…
Can you put a price on self-esteem?
I’m getting tired of this SAHM wardrobe that I have. I mean, I’m still rocking my pregnancy leggings and torn up shirts. This fall I was wearing different dresses everyday, and that was awesome. I felt great, and I felt purposeful. But it’s too cold for dresses, and to be honest it just doesn’t *feel*…
I’ve been fighting to lead a quiet life, mind my business, and work with my own hands. So why am I so miserable?
The bible tells us to “aspire to lead a quiet life, mind your own business, and to work with your own hands,” and that’s what I’ve been doing. I moved to a new town, I stay at home with my kids, I keep to myself, I cook and clean, I bake – but I am…
Sometimes my kid wins. Battle Royale. Mom vs Toddler.
I know I’m not supposed to say it’s mom vs kid – but let’s just be real for a second. It sure as hell feels like it somedays.
Cold Coffee
My son slides his body onto the dining room table, tip toes leaving the chair. He looks at me. We make eye contact. We are both silent. He grabs the fork that I missed while clearing the table last night and quickly decides before he slides off the table to grab the hairbrush that shouldn’t…
I wrote a goodbye letter to my 1 year old
I really struggled with homemaking for the first year and a half. I battled a crippling mental disorder that I had no clue about while running a business out of my home, raising a baby, and keeping house. Or at least attempting to. Shortly after I had a diagnosis I became pregnant again which put…
“You’re not a perfectionist. You’re insecure about how your best effort will be received.”
@_dhanum I let go today. I spent hours on hours getting the house ready for Passover only to have to do it again on Sunday in preparation of my dad’s visit for the boys. I woke up prepared to do a mountain of Passover and Shabbat dishes. I set my intentions for the day and…