Women who work have two full time jobs, at least. This is obvious to most of you, and certainly not a revelation for me, but it is challenging making the people in my home happy in half the time. I've read Amanda Soule's books and wished that our lives could be so relaxed and crafty and homey. I've read countless blogs about crafting, baking, playing, and decorating, but am barely able to squeeze in the laundry! But I do, and I make stuffed animals and special blankets for my kids. And any chance we get, we take off for museums or state parks or beaches. So I am doing what I can with the time we have.
My only regret is that I am not able to lift the sadness from my husband's heart. He comes home from work or from taking my mother-in-law to her various doctors, briefly admires our sons' creations, and falls onto the couch, exhausted. He watches T.V. in the evening because he doesn't seem to have even enough energy to talk. Lately, we have not been eating together as a family. He and his mother eat in front of the t.v. and I eat with the kids in the kitchen. And our family feels different.
I was hoping to post about finishing Zaahir's stuffed tiger this weekend (maybe I will later this week), or about the trip the boys and I took to the electric model train exhibit at the San Francisco Conservatory of Flowers. But it is just as important to remember the days when life is not homey and happy, or not what we are always hoping for - so that we don't take the special times too much for granted. Just as important as the current sewing or baking project, is the intention behind it. I will not stop trying to make my little apartment (with dingy wall-to-wall carpet) beautiful. I will not stop trying to make my children laugh. And I will forever work to create a place of bright, delicious, colorful harmony, even when it seems like we are living in a fog of fatigue and misunderstanding. That way, when the fog burns off, the colors will be even brighter, and the cake will taste even more spectaculicious!