search
top

Housewifery

 

house front

“Practicing the Art and Mystery of Housewifery”

We took a trip to Williamsburg, Virginia in the summer of 2012. Standing in the hot kitchen building where the cooking hearth fire had just been extinguished, the living historian explained the duties of the woman of this house in the 1700s. She oversaw all the domestic activities and practiced the art and mystery of housewifery. I asked him to repeat that. He repeated this and added, you didn’t want everyone to know all your secrets. I am, however, willing and glad to share mine here.

My definition of Housewifery encompasses mothering, housekeeping, gardening, and cooking. And includes decorating, diapering, and ridding my house of squirrels.

 

Click On These For The Stories

On ‘The Good Mother’

Or read ‘Mommy’s Thought Thoughts’

 On ‘Raising Fair Fiona’ 

Or read ‘Oopsie Daisy Mommy

 On ‘Son Shine’

Or read ‘Ready or Not, Here’s Mommy’

 On ‘My Joy of Cooking’

Or read ‘Beautiful Buttermilk’

On ‘How Does My Garden Grow’

Or read ‘My Brown Thumb’

On ‘To Clean or Not to Clean’

Or read ‘New Year’s Urge’

Let Me Tell You Where I am Now

Posted by on Sep 18, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, The Good Mother | 3 comments

Let Me Tell You Where I am Now

Let me tell you where I am now. I’m sitting in my craft room. My laptop is in front of me and I’m perusing my journal trying to grab on to something of interest to write about. I’m good with the writing as long as I’m interested in the subject. In an hour, Fiona will descend the yellow school bus stairs for only the second time. Her Pre-K year has begun. Let me tell you what Pre-K means to me I was a new blogger when I got pregnant with her. So the blog and my writing talents have been worked on and developed parallel...

read more

Be Willing To Let Life Teach Them

Posted by on Aug 18, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Little Guy Lessons, Raising Fair Fiona, The Good Mother | 0 comments

Be Willing To Let Life Teach Them

As parents, we have a lot of damage control to manage. We expect that our children will be teased so we try to give them un-teasable names. We imagine they’ll be injured by the coffee table so we choose to have a round coffee table. We see the food struggle coming and so we make their meal choices simple so they’ll eat. But for all our parental controlling, do we consider the benefits of seeing the disasters and circumstances through to their not so perfect endings? Because there’s a lot to be learned by this practice...

read more

Mending My Body

Posted by on Aug 11, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Keeping House and Mind Alligned | 3 comments

Mending My Body

Before launching into one of his tales, my husband always says,”Stop me if I’ve told you this one before”. Of course you wouldn’t be rude enough to do that. I’m the only one that would. But I do think I have a tendency to hesitate telling you about myself sometimes as if you’ll tire of “that same old story” especially when I’m whining about my body. I’ve found, however, that some stories are worth telling over and over if it allows for others to give themselves permission to help themselves or feel like...

read more

Self-Recovery For the Ones You Love

Posted by on Aug 9, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, The Good Mother | 0 comments

Self-Recovery For the Ones You Love

You may not choose to run a marathon for yourself but you would for a cause you felt truly moved by. It feels the same way with self-recovery, the process of rediscovery of our truest strongest selves. It is such a struggle through forests of fear and sorting of fact from fiction that a person would really truly rather not. Unless you have kids. Then your whole perspective on who you need to be changes. Much of what I have done never would have happened unless I had kids who I knew would be getting a better me for my process. It started...

read more

25 Year-Old Crazy Brain

Posted by on Aug 7, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Housewifery, Raising Fair Fiona, The Good Mother | 0 comments

25 Year-Old Crazy Brain

At our dinner party the other night I asked my friends what it was that they remembered having the crazy notion to do and suddenly doing at the age of 25? Three of us said we had gotten married. Because I have noticed recently that there’s definitely a switch that gets thrown developmentally in a 25 year-old and it’s a kind of crazy entitlement switch. As in “I’m a grown-up now and I can do all of those things I want to and you’ve told me not to do. All those things that society would frown upon because it’s my...

read more

Opinions, Entitlement, and the Value of Your Voice

Posted by on Mar 29, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Raising Fair Fiona, The Good Mother, Used To Be | 0 comments

Opinions, Entitlement, and the Value of Your Voice

Opinions are like noses, we all have them. But are we entitled and allowed to have them? If I find it hard to find a voice to express them, I may not feel I’m allowed to have an opinion in the first place. As a woman, it can prove tough not to judge myself for what I have to say as necessary or valid as I’m considering actually saying it. Then I may choose to keep quiet. I have my own internal bouncer at the thought door checking the validity, wittiness, or profundity of my outgoing thoughts and opinions. And often, they’re...

read more

The Incomplete, the Ignored, and the Undone

Posted by on Mar 8, 2017 in Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Keeping House and Mind Alligned | 5 comments

The Incomplete, the Ignored, and the Undone

There is a lot of incomplete, ignored, and undone tasks hovering over my head. I come across a pile of stuff in my closet or attic or bookshelf and I think , I don’t have the time to deal with this. Then multiply this by 100 and I’m kinda a captive of all the uncompleted piles of stuff. A prisoner of my past, my intentions, and my stuff. Years of living reactively, of not completely cleaning up after myself, and of not knowing what to value has led to a slight hoarding problem. I get it honest from my family. I began my...

read more

Fiona’s Fourth Birthday Bash

Posted by on Mar 6, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Raising Fair Fiona, The Good Mother | 2 comments

Fiona’s Fourth Birthday Bash

Today was Fiona’s fourth birthday party and it was a complete success, by her standards and mine. Yes, she got enough Frozen themed party paraphernalia and stuff to satisfy all Frozen itches for a decade. And I got to bask in the knowledge that me and my daughter matter to all these lovely people. The reason I go to such efforts to decorate and to heap yummy food on my kitchen table is a tribute to the love that these people have for and show me and my family. My gratitude runs very deeply. I am almost speechless but then, not quite,...

read more

When Being at Home Can Happen Anywhere

Posted by on Feb 27, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Keeping House and Mind Alligned, Nest Feathers - Home Design, Visual Me | 2 comments

When Being at Home Can Happen Anywhere

My daily prayer is for a shift. Please let my mind shift to see me and my world and my potential differently today. To value what I have and what I know with respect and reverence. I leave the house hoping to break my “same brain”. And I do for a little while driving or shopping. And then I return home and I feel the inevitable slip back into my rut. In the light of the upcoming birthday party and having guests over, I am doing some home renovations. Throw a party and you’ll make progress. My hallway is getting a long overdue facelift....

read more

My Children are the Bully and the Terrorist

Posted by on Feb 18, 2017 in Ahas, Daily Shalagh, Gathering My Lessons, Housewifery, Raising Fair Fiona, Son Shine, The Good Mother | 2 comments

My Children are the Bully and the Terrorist

It’s conflicting to be a parent. They are of me but not mine. I need to be open and honest for them to trust me. But I need to keep a safe distance when they have to work out who they are because sometimes, that work is at my expense. Frankly, my children will bully me to get their needs met. They’ll be disrespectful but only to me. It’s business, not personal. They’re working themselves out and I’ve got the bruises to prove it. My son’s a bully when he wants more screen time or when he needs food because...

read more
top