The Secret to a Clean Home

So I have not made a habit of posting in a while… Sorry about that. I hope you haven’t missed me too much.

While I was away, I have discovered how to keep a clean home. (And I have 6 children and a dog, so this truly is miraculous!)

The first step is to clean your home… If you can get this done in one day, by the end of the day, that is best. Stretching it out for more than one day risks undoing any cleaning that got done on that first day.

Next, when you wake up on that second morning… Go on vacation! Get everyone and everything into your packed vehicle and get outta town!

When you come home, your house will still be clean! 

It’s amazing! My house stayed clean for a week and I didn’t have to do anything to maintain it.

The 8 of us (minus the dog… Who was with my parents) slept and lived in this quaint cabin up at Somerset Beach Campground and had a blast. And Ethan learned how to ride a 2-wheeler without training wheels. But the secret to that success lies with my husband… I was just a cheerleader on the sidelines of that one.

Plans gone awry

This is a weird sort of anniversary, one I once probably knew without needing to be reminded, and now I am reminded by Facebook memories. In the past 10 years, I have called off a wedding, found a new church home, met a new man, gotten engaged/married, and had 6 children.

10 years ago, the man who asked me to marry him in December told me that he prayed about our relationship and “God told him no.” I was devistated, as you would expect. My parents were out of town, I had some time off from work, and school was on a break… it was a bad 2 weeks; I had no reason to get out of bed, and my dear, dear friend made me come over and force fed me pizza. 

The heart of man plans his ways, but the Lord establishes his steps. (Proverbs 16:9)

Never in a million years would I have thought, 10 years ago, that I would be where I am today. And I am so thankful that my plans were not carried out. I was a new Christian, and young. (22 was so young, I wouldn’t have believed it then!) I have grown in so many ways I know I would not have had we stayed together. Last I heard, he was married and has recently had his first child. (In an odd twist of events, his sister and best friend’s wife have come to my church’s mom’s group.)

Praise God that I am not in control of my life! Life is not perfect, but the one who writes my story is! He has given me a far better life than I would have been able to make for myself.

Introduction

Greetings world!

It is an almost paralyzing thought to think how I am writing a blog to be posted for the rest of forever on the internet. There’s no going back now (although I can be an excellent editor after I press the “publish” button… So I fully intent to make use of that feature!) But once a post is on the internet, a digital copy will always be out there; even if a post is deleted, the ghost will be somewhere.

I went to college for journalism; I received a Bachelor’s Degree in Communication. But I graduated from college 10 years ago (2007 was 10 years ago!), and I haven’t done much with my degree in that time. I’ve been too busy getting married (August 22, 2009) and raising children, you see. 6 of them, as of March 2017, born between 2010 and 2016. My primary conversation partners are under 4 feet tall, and may like to talk about interesting things (my almost-7-year-old can rattle off some random animal facts he learned from watching PBS Kids, or my 4-year-old can share some memories about what she did in Sunday School earlier in the week). Even when I get together with fellow mothers, the conversation doesn’t often stray too far away from the short people in our care.

But my mind is full of ideas. Ideas that don’t always interest my husband. He’ll listen to me, sometimes, about things I want to do or try, but other times it’s obvious that my topic of conversation has not sparked his interest.

So this blog is intended to be a place for me to talk about things that interest me… And if it doesn’t interest you, you can move on without offending me. That is more difficult for my husband to do.