I’ve been trying to implement a daily checklist. A few ‘keystone habits’ that should help me maintain focus on the important parts of the top priorities in my life.
One thing on my list is to spend 30 minutes on some home project. This doesn’t have to be glorious. As you see here… it’s simply ‘clean off dresser’:
Well, when I got home last night from work, I discovered some serious cleaning – closets, shelves, desks… and my dresser. I didn’t add anything else. I just checked off my box. As long as it gets done, right?
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but thank you for all your hard work. It’s because of you that our house had a good amount of peace.
I can’t stand wrapping presents. Of course, if you hated it, I’d do it, but I’m pleased to cook and fold laundry if you’ll just continue to wrap the presents.
Thank you and Merry Christmas!
I’m trying not to apologize for double dips, but it’s hard and I don’t feel like going back and reviewing before posting a post. I just want to go with what’s on my mind.
Last night, I bitched a little because the bed wasn’t completely made. But then I reached in my dresser and found all my t-shirts neatly folded and put away. I never, ever lack t-shirts, socks, shorts, jeans, dress shirts, underwear, anything. You are a freaking machine when it comes to clothes. I appreciate that so much because if it were up to me, I’d hit the white elephant Christmas gift boxers before I’d make sure to wash my clothes.
Thank you for taking good care of us on a regular basis. You really do hold our house together. I love how responsible you are and how seriously you take your job as home manager. It makes us all feel safe and loved more than you realize.
I got home from work yesterday and she was close to tears. From what I could tell from earlier email/phone correspondence, it wasn’t the best day. She was in her running gear ready to go. I was later leaving for home than I wanted to be, and Atlanta traffic reared its ugly head and didn’t help.
Yet after she left and I started making my way around the house on my ‘just got home from work’ routine, I noticed little things she’d done throughout the day. Something rearranged. Another item put back in its place. Some shelves that had grown into dumping grounds cleared off. Previously full laundry baskets were emptied, clothes put away.
I’m never upset if little things don’t get done. Treading water makes sense with our kids at their ages, but she pushes through to do a few little things most every day. I love her either way, but the little things make me smile not so much because she did them for me, but that she sets little goals for herself and gets ’em done.
I was thinking this morning when I reached into my underwear and t-shirt drawers that I’m pretty lucky to always have stuff in there. Keeping up w/ the twins and our daughter all day while doing laundry, folding it, and putting it away is a minor miracle.
I know women (a few men here and there) have been doing these chores for centuries, but it makes it no less amazing. Maybe folks in the past just didn’t realize how amazing it was. Juggling wanting to take good, attentive care of three kids three and under while getting a chore done here or there. It really is a feat.
So here’s to you, my wifey: I love you because you get laundry done and keep the house from falling into a pit of messiness while making sure our kids are loved and cared for. You’re a good woman!