Saturday, June 13, 2009
Saturday nights are not my good housewife night. The house is really reflecting a day of chaos. The floors are covered in toys, there are clothes to be picked up, there are dishes in the sink. Newspapers lie on the lounge floor. As I type now Jason and the boys are playing hide and seek and my furniture is being shoved around as boys frantically look for hiding places. Seth doesn't quite get the game and always calls out to his dad.... Do I care? Not a wink... because this is a home, not a show house. Because i want a childhood for my kids where they get to lie on the couches and watch tv, where they get to make some happy madness. I want this to be there safe, happy space and not a mausoleum. Besides, i discovered long ago that i could either stress and tidy up the whole day or just relax and clean up at the end of the day..
I had a good day although my heart is with a family member who is going through a difficult time. I spent the day with my cousin in law and sister and spoke about lovely baby things. I finished my blanket and have the wool ready for when the kids are sleeping - black, red and golden yellow. We had a lovely saturday night, breakfast - eggs, sausages and toast for supper and my family are happily at peace.
I think that in winter you really appreciate that there is no place like home. That there needs to be a warm, soft, fragrant place at the end of a cold day. That while objects cannot make you happy, being surrounded by objects of beauty, things you love can bring magic and comfort into your life. While we may not be able to have the view of the little ice home above, your home is your safe place.
Have a good winter evening...