The Happy Homemaker

I try to intentionally look at my circumstances through the "what is good about this?" lens.  Recently, my favorite household helper Rayna, who helps me weekly, and spreads joy in my household with the smell of fresh sheets, and lemon oil, and bleach, ahhhhhh....... had a personally family emergency and had to leave suddenly for El Salvador for an undetermined period of time.  When she first told me, I am happy to report, I felt concern first-- the personal panic didn't hit till later when I processed what her absence would mean for me.

Work has been slow for me, so I thought, ok, God's timing is perfect, I needed the financial break, and she needed the off time, I can pick up the slack, and save money-- win, win.  I whined a bit, I will admit. My boys are sloppy, and I am not exactly a neatnic. The mess piles up fast, it takes constant maintenance. Somehow Rayna always works magic in one day and puts peace back in our happy home.  The good news is this.  Through cleaning, and dusting, and moving furniture to dust under things, etc.... I have become reacquainted with the stuff I love.  No one loves, oils, and arranges my collectables quite like I do. I mean, I am sure Rayna looks at my collection of old medicine bottles or pulleys and wonders why I even have all of this junk.  It means something to me, I should pay attention to it now and then.  I have actually enjoyed mopping my own floors, I have even picked up a few of her expert housekeeping tricks.