Home is where Hearts are Shaped for Eternity
I washed the dishes with a huff and a sigh, feeling grumpy and anxious about all the other (more important) things I needed to do.
The look on my face must have given me away because my husband asked, “Do you even like being a homemaker?”
My heart sank.
I felt crushed. But it was obvious that my displeasure had been clearly visible for quite some time.
The sad part was, I did like being a homemaker, but had fallen into the trap of busy and piled so much on my plate that I no longer found much joy in anything, only stress and worry.
Preparing meals had become an after thought and inconvenience; why did people have to get hungry?!
Cleaning was something that also made me crazy. I had deadlines to meet!
If the kid’s bedtime dragged on too long I…
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