Good Morning, Good Morning to You

Good Morning

This morning, I woke up with this song in my head. I don't know all the words, but it was still there.

I think it's the weather. Another beautiful fall-ish morning here, waking up to a breeze blowing through the open windows, hot coffee with cream, The Daddy heading to work, and the kids and I ready to enjoy another day before the school year starts. Actually, we have approximately a gazillion errands to run either today or tomorrow, so "enjoy" might be stretching it. But we'll try our best.

I wanted to stop in this morning and brag on The Daddy a little bit. He's been working for his current company for almost a year now, and this type of work is like nothing he's ever done before. In fact, it's sort of the opposite of anything he's done before. He comes home every day dirty, hungry, and exhausted. Yet he continues to do it every single day, even when I know he'd rather stay in bed, rather work a later shift, rather be in a different industry, rather not work in one of the filthiest places ever (refineries....yuck).

I am so proud of him, I'm almost bursting. So I've really been trying to make our home a place of relaxation and peace for him. I'm a self-admitted horrible housewife (my mama tried to teach me, but I sure didn't listen!). Since I've become a mostly-stay-at-home-mama (and even more lately), I've been reading everything I can get my hands on about homemaking, supporting him, being a Godly wife...just *anything* that will help me learn to be here for him in any way possible. I've asked him a couple times what I can do to make home more "homey" for him, but I think I have bad timing...he never has a specific answer ;)

So friends, if you're married, what do you do to welcome your hubby home?

Another Year Bites the Dust

This blog has fallen to the way wayside, without warning or explanation. This morning I woke up to a husband who left early to go support his family, a son leaving for his first "official" football practice for high school, two other still-sleeping children, a 67 degree house, and a steaming cup of coffee with real cream. The simple joys were almost overwhelming, and something brought me back here.

So I'm going to revive this little blog of mine, if only for family and friends to keep caught up, and for a journal of our lives here at the lodge. Already, I find my older children asking me "Do you remember that time when..." and my mind is blank. How I could kick myself for not journaling when they were babes. My mind is slippery. I fear it will only get worse (and my mom warns me all the time about it).

Will I be here daily? Meh...I'm not one for pie crust promises. When the mood strikes, I'll be here. When one of the kids does something I need to remember, I'll be here. If there's something fantastic (or suckish, or mundane, or whatever) that I want to share with you, I'll be here. And please, by all means, if there's something on your mind, contact me or leave a comment...my prayer book is always open.

Home Comforts

For me, home is wherever my family is. That being said, having a homey home is very helpful. Having a clean, organized, well-run home is not only comforting and relaxing, but also better for the entire family’s health and well-being. I’ve recently started reading Cheryl Mendelson’s Home Comforts: The Art & Science of Keeping House, and even in the beginning pages, the author hits the nail right on the head:

Would you like to read more? Join me over at Finding Beauty where I give you ten simple ways to make a house a home.