• Character,  Cleaning,  Homemaking

    The Unexpected Knock

    There must be some law…. Some strange force of the universe…. One where, if someone shows up on my doorstep, my house will, without a doubt, be the WORST it has ever been…. Ever. Seriously. Like… forget the 30 other days of the month that the house is neat and kept and you have got your junk together. No. If someone knocks on my door…. It would be the day that I cleaned out the car and had all the contents in the kitchen to sort. It would be the day when the dishwasher was broken and I pulled all the dirty dishes out so I could take a look…

  • Cleaning,  Operation: Pig Sty

    Routine to the Rescue

    You know, being the insanely popular, superb-housekeeper that I am, people often ask me, “Girl, how do you do it? How do you keep such a perfectly clean home?” To which I humbly respond in a nasal English accent, “Darling, it’s in my genes. I was born with this super power.” ROFL. Not. I’m kidding. Seriously.   Trust me when I say, no one, and I mean NO ONE, has ever asked me such a ludicrous question. This girl’s house is lived in…  if you catch my drift. I actually just finished scraping my son’s embedded fruit and grain bar off the hardwood floor, so… you can imagine. The more…

  • Money Management

    Cha-Ching for the Flat-Broke Wifey

    “The most noble profession.” I liked the sounds of that. It was what my hematologist called my job when I told her I was a stay-at-home mother. It’s not often that the role of “Mama” elicits such an honorable response, especially from someone whose profession requires years of education, credentials and expertise; but I’m grateful that God has given me the opportunity to raise my son. In an hour where it is nearly impossible for so many to make ends meet on a single income that should be considered a tremendous blessing. I have to admit that while I love and appreciate the incredible fulfilled dream of being a stay-at-home…