Christmas is Coming: the Sane, Serene, and Satisfying Holiday Plan

This wreath caught my eye, and this year I have enough time to enjoy making one.

The seductive period of the holiday season has arrived. We are in full planning mode – thinking of gifts to procure, treats to make, activities to arrange, and halls to deck, but Christmas Day itself is still a few weeks away. “Keep things fresh!” “Brighten up your holiday!” “Sparkle!” Pinterest and the ladies mags egg us on with the promise of glory. All seems within reach, and therein lies the seduction.

Nothing doing.

A plain wreath is an invitation for creativity. Or copycatism. That’s what I do.

I’ve been down that road before. It sounds so doable, so fun, so important. I can dream up an entirely new theme and color scheme for decorating, from the stockings to the ornaments to the wrapping paper. And cooking! Why not whip up a prime rib roast dinner for twenty? After all, the magazine promises a hands-on time of only fifteen minutes. Sure. Don’t forget kindness to others – how about I gather dozens of our closest friends to go caroling at all the local nursing homes? I can design keepsake song folders. And everyone can come back to our house for a homemade eggnog and cookie party afterward.

Glitter-painted eucalyptus

Glitter-paint the eucalyptus sprigs in two colors.

Don’t be seduced. You can’t do it all.

Well, you can, sort of, but your family will hate you.

You protest: “I’m not a Martha Stewart wannabe. I just want to keep up with the traditions we’ve built up over the years. We always decorate the yard and put up three trees in the house and host a party and give cookie plates to the neighbors and make gingerbread houses and volunteer at the homeless shelter and do handmade gifts and put out reindeer food and have a Christmas morning brunch and a big dinner and, and, and.” That’s the problem. It isn’t just people trying to land an HGTV contract who get seduced into overdoing the holidays. Perfectly normal folks like us do, too, and here is why: we build up traditions over time – a craft here, an activity there – and we think we have to keep doing them year after year. If we would just slow down a second and think about it logically we would see the fallacy there, but we don’t have time to slow down because there are presents to wrap in hand-decorated paper and a wreath to make and appetizers to garnish and, and, and.

Ditto the silver glass ornaments

Ditto the silver glass ornaments

Think back to when you left home and set up your own household. Did that first celebration or two seem kind of disappointing? Kind of thin, somehow? If it was less than satisfying, it probably dawned on you that you needed to develop some traditions of your own. So you did. You decided to make your own tree ornaments, and add a few new ones each year. You thought it would be nice to have some friends over for a game night, so every year you planned an evening for that. You wanted the holidays to be a time to focus on charity, so you determined to give time and money to a different cause every year. If you were married, you included your spouse’s ideas with your own. Then children may have begun to arrive, and before you knew what had happened your family ended up with a whole laundry list of holiday traditions to plow through in order to make sure everyone has a “merry” Christmas.

At least that’s how it happened at our house.

Behold the blue thumb! Disposable gloves might have been an idea.

I have a solution, and it doesn’t involve renouncing everything you and your family love about the holidays. It involves identifying what you actually do love about the holidays right now. It is simple.

All you have to do is ask each family member this question: What three things make the holiday happy for you?

It can be an activity, a food, a smell, a moment. Reassure them that their answers are not set in stone. They can think about it for awhile and get back to you if needed, and next year they can change them if they want.

It’s all about that blue door I love…

Ask the question. Write down their answers. Do those things. Don’t worry about the rest unless you really want to, and don’t want to unless you can do it and stay sane and serene.

You may be surprised at what really matters to your family, at what really satisfies them. You may discover that less, when it is really what each person loves right now, is much, much more.

Done! Another year it might have been a burden, but this year it is a joy.

So tell me, what three things make the holiday happy for you? I really want to know. And I’ll share ours if you’ll share yours.

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{pretty, happy, funny, real}: What-I-Get-Up-to-When-Left-to-My-Own-Devices Edition

{pretty, happy, funny, real} Thursday link-up at Like Mothers, Like Daughters

Pretty

I rearranged the living room. It just has to be done every now and again, don’t you think? Or are you a settle-on-a-scheme-and-leave-it-alone person?

Happy

The Husband was unexpectedly deployed to help with Hurricane Sandy recovery — quite a shock to this wife. My “secret pal” gave me this great Deployment Countdown jar of…

…yeah, those. Great idea, although I tend to get behind in candy consumption. (I’m not happy about being separated from The Husband, you understand, but about the clever counting-the-days gift.)

Funny

While The Husband was off serving, we hosted a big party in mid-November with a camera scavenger hunt all over our Tiny Town. One thing to find: a jack o’lantern made from a real pumpkin. Here is proof positive that it isn’t enough to decorate — one has to do the follow-through of dejunking after the holiday.

Real

Then, just to keep things interesting, I got a new phone, the fruit kind, and far too much phone for this technophobe. You can read about it and get some great apps recommendations from readers here.

Have you captured some contentment this week? And, when it comes to furniture and life, are you a shake-things-up-now-and-then or a settle-on-a-scheme-and-leave-it-alone person?

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Past Blast: Fake It Til You Make It?

From my journal, Dec., 2008:

Contentment: I struggle with contentment at this time of year. I realize I am more materialistic than I wish to be – I wish I had piles of money to buy lavish gifts for loved ones, and let’s be honest, I wouldn’t mind a few little piles to replace my hated carpet with wood floors and to take a trip or two or five – but it is more than that. I want to be better than I am. Or, perhaps it is more accurate to say I am better than I want to be. I serve when I want to be lazy, I open the house when I want to be alone, I engage when I prefer to withdraw, I encourage when I feel like giving a good shake, and I pull along when I’d happily be towed. Am I the only one? Is it disingenuous of me to do the opposite of my inclination? Or is it correct to simply do right no matter what?

Mentor: A woman could choose a worse life coach than Abigail Adams. I find her words below germane to my character struggles. I can do good, but I wonder if I am good. I wonder if I will ever get to the point where good is what I always WANT to do, really and truly, through and through. “To be good, and do good, is the whole duty of man comprised in a few words.” — Abigail Adams

Detail of building in Williamsburg, VA; same era as Mrs. Adams, but not the same location

Am I alone in these struggles?

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Real-LifeThanksgiving

Busy? Thanksgiving to-do list getting you down? Thinking with longing of the grocery store’s “Let Us Make Thanksgiving Dinner” deal you didn’t order?

Stop. Just stop for a second and think with me:

Find your November issue of House Perfectly-Expensively-Over-the-Top-ly Beautiful. Place it on the floor. Take a deep breath. Now, stomp all over it. Give a little rebel yell.

There now — feel better? If you own any reading material by Martha Stewart, repeat times ten.

This is Real-Life Thanksgiving, the kind where the three year-old wakes up from his nap exactly 22 minutes after you put him down, the kind where you managed to get the only never-thaw turkey on the planet, the kind where somehow between the local market and your house you contrive to lose a bag containing expensive-ish deli meat and cheese and a can of pears for the cake you were in the middle of making when you realized you had no pears. Or, probably I’m the only one who did that this year.

This is Real-Life Thanksgiving, the kind where the food is all cream and brown because that’s the food your family loves.

Traditional bread stuffing has got to be the most un-photogenic food ever. Unless we’re talking about my mom’s cornbread dressing, which is even uglier. Delicious food is sometimes ugly. You have to choose. We always choose flavor.

This is Real-Life Thanksgiving, the kind where appliances that were chugging along perfectly happily quit in the middle of the most intense cooking of the year.

A couple of the guys working on the dishwasher while the meal is being cooked around them — real life, indeed.

This is Real-Life Thanksgiving, the kind where you find yourself without a standing order at the local florist and you rarely get further with Pinterest projects than that initial heady pin.

Let the shorter people decorate. DONE!

So you didn’t make the cream of turnip soup with cinnamon croutons served in mini-pumpkins. So you didn’t get around to brining the turkey. So you don’t have a roasting pan with a fancy rack because where would you store it the other 364 days of the year.

Can you manage a protein, a starch, a token healthy vegetable, and a sweet? Can someone swing by the market and get cranberry something? You have accepted all offers of help, haven’t you?

Then everything is fine. Just go with it. Because what’s important about Thanksgiving is to give thanks.

Just going with what we’ve got — off to the grandparents’ house!

And I want you to be able to give thanks, today, the day before Tday, too.

Give thanks if you have loved ones.

I never want to take her for granted.

Give thanks if you have shelter and food.

Please, God, let me keep remembering, “These are the good old days.”

Give thanks. In everything, give thanks.

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App Swap

The other day I got this phone — it is way, way smarter than me, far too much phone for me, “She’s so hi-i-i-igh, high above me”-above-me. I mean to say.

App recommendations cheerfully accepted. Please. I’m an apple idiot.

So, my phone is of the most-common-fruit variety, in the latest incarnation, and here I am all excited to do things with it and I visited the App Store, and whoa Mama, folks sure have been busy designing things while I’ve been off in the corner with my old non-qwerty keyboard flip-phone for the last while.

Apps. You know about them, I imagine. I don’t, for sure. Whaddya luv?

What I’m wishing to do on the phone:

-read books

-manage my lil’ bit o’ money

-shop intelligently

-manage travel plans

-do stuff about restaurants/events/places to visit

-Big Scary Thing I Want to Do: convert from my Moleskine weekly planner to digital calendar/to-do lists/reminders

Give me your recommendations, free or otherwise. Probably other readers will appreciate your ideas, too. No advice too obvious or already known, by me at least — I promise! (You’ve probably noticed by now that this is only an app swap in the sense that my readers can swap apps they like. I have nothing to contribute but readiness to learn.) This semi-Luddite thanks you.

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Cheer for Chutney + Winner Announced

Chutney, relish, conserves, and jellies have all but disappeared from most of our everyday dinner tables, but they were a fixture in days gone by, especially at times of year when fresh produce was in short supply. I think these cheery little tastes ought to be brought back to the table more often, but at least they are still an expected and welcomed part of special holiday meals. And why not? Their piquant flavors play off the heartiness of meat, each enhancing the other, and they usually look like jewelry-in-a-dish. In fact, the word “piquant” itself is reason enough to make them — a word whose sound perfectly describes the experience of a mouthful of chutney, with that back-of-the-jaws tangy thrill. Peek-aun(t), peek-aun(t), peek-aun(t). Sorry, I get carried away.

Vinegar and sugar boiling down into syrup — a heady aroma, to be sure!

Anyway, a whirlwind three weeks has begun at our house, and I have been working hard these last couple of days to get a head-start on the fodder that will fuel all the activities. Yesterday it was beef stew, homemade bread, a dip for veggies, and chicken + stock. Today it is an apple cake with caramel frosting, Aunt Jolene’s Chicken Casserole (cousin to Poppyseed Chicken), Sloppy Joes, the veggie tray to go with the dip, and Cranberry Apple-Pear Chutney.

That’s what I’m sharing today. It started life as a Gourmet magazine recipe that my sister passed on to me several years ago. It was meant to be served with pork tenderloin and creamed corn, and that is a worthy purpose for it. Oh, and it was Apple-Raisin Chutney back then, but I immediately changed it to Apple-Date Chutney, since we bear with a couple of raisin-haters in this household. It didn’t suffer at all for the substitution, because it is just that kind of recipe.

Peel, core, and cut up the fruit

Then earlier this year my mom requested cranberry sauce of some kind to go with the crepes I was making for their big anniversary party. I wanted to do it for her. Problem was that I only had one bag of cranberries in the freezer, and they just aren’t available to buy at that time of year. It occurred to me that I could make the apple chutney and put cranberries in it instead of dates, which would give us the pretty color and the flavor but stretch my scant supply of berries.

Add the apples/pears to the vinegar/sugar mixture — the fruit gets this interesting puffy quality as it cooks.

Wow! Out of necessity comes invention and all that – I liked this version even more! I love it so much that it is usurping the usual slightly-tipsy cranberry sauce I make for Tday, although I am trying yet another variation by using half apples and half pears.

Add the cranberries for the last 10 minutes of cooking.

It truly has it all: pantry ingredients except for the fruit, foolproof, gorgeous, delicious, keeps pretty much forever, and can be made far in advance. Make it and give thanks for one Thanksgiving dish that is “done and done.”

This is a double-ish batch and it is a bad photo — much prettier in real life. From left to right: Tupperware bowl for far-in-future consumption, pretty glass bowl for Thanksgiving Dinner, little white custard cup for this Sunday’s Aunt Jolene’s Chicken Casserole, and tiny square Asian dish for the cook’s lunch. (If you were to spread a little cream cheese on a few crackers and spoon some warm chutney on them, I wouldn’t be the one to judge…)

Cranberry Apple (or Pear) Chutney
Makes about 4 cups

This is just what we want to eat with poultry of any kind. Use it at the holidays, certainly, but it is such a lovely touch beside chicken casseroles or on a sandwich, too. We served it at my parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary party to accompany chicken and mushroom crepes, and it was a union almost as perfect as Mom’s and Dad’s.

2 c. apple cider vinegar
2 c. granulated sugar
2 lb. apples and/or pears, peeled, cored, and cut into ¾” pieces (about 7 c. prepared fruit)
¼ t. ground cloves
1 t. salt
up to 1 t. crushed red pepper flakes
1 ½ t. ground ginger
3 c. cranberries, (one 12 oz. bag)

1. Stir vinegar and sugar in a heavy 3-4 qt. saucepan over medium-high heat until sugar dissolves. Boil without stirring further until syrupy and reduced to 1 ½ c., about 15 minutes.
2. Prepare apples and/or pears while syrup reduces.
3. Reduce heat to medium; add apples/pears and all other ingredients except cranberries. Stir to coat with syrup. Cook for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Adjust heat down slightly if it threatens to boil over.
4. Stir in cranberries; cook for 10 more minutes.
5. Pour chutney into serving dishes. Cover and chill until serving. Mixture will thicken on standing.
This keeps a long time in the fridge. I really don’t know how long, but it is months rather than days or weeks.

The winner of the Le Creuset spatula giveaway was Heather Bunting. Hopefully she’ll get them in time to stir through the last of her Thanksgiving preparations. Heather writes about homemaking and childrearing topics over at Church Mouse. I’m sure you’ll enjoy and profit from reading her blog, so give her a visit!

Do you have a favorite relish-y thing to eat? It can come from Grandma, your own imagination, or the corner store. Share it here.

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5 Things You Can Do This Week for a Happy(er) Thanksgiving Next Week + Giveaway!

Thanksgiving is among my favorite holidays, but the days are long gone when all it required of me was a healthy appetite and the willingness to be kissed by various relatives. Let’s face it — Thanksgiving is a project, a large one for some and a smaller one for others, but a project that requires a manager. If you are the senior female adult in your household, I’d lay odds the job falls largely on you. Such a role offers great blessing — it is an often unrecognized privilege and pleasure to spend one’s time on work that brings delight and creates memories for loved ones. But the desire to make things a little more special than the everyday can also leave us exhausted and gritting our teeth, especially if we don’t have decades of holiday preparations under our belts. Here are five things you can do this week to make next week a happier, easier time of getting ready for the big day:

1. Embrace your reality: Over the years, our family has celebrated Thanksgiving in the homes of friends, at a skilled nursing facility, in a restaurant, in our own home, and most often at my parents’ home. We have observed the day surrounded by our dearest friends and family, in the throes of fresh grief, with near-strangers who need a place at a table, during pregnancy, with infants and toddlers on the hip, with young adult offspring home from their first half-semester of college, when our wallets were lean and when they were fat, when our marriage was thriving and when it was stressed, and on and on. Surely some of that describes you, too? In smooth-sailing years, the celebration may be more elaborate. In others, necessity or desire may scale it back. Nothing wrong with either, as long as you are at peace with it. Go with where you are now, and everything becomes so much easier.

There are no rolls, homemade or otherwise, on our Thanksgiving table. The rest of the meal is such a starch-fest, and anyway there is no room in the oven or in my brain for last minute roll-baking. That’s part of our reality.

2. Think and write: Find a few minutes to sit quietly with a pad of paper and a pencil and jot down whatever comes to mind. Some people sketch, some of us make little lists, maybe at first with ridiculously unrealistic, dreamy sorts of ideas, but eventually settling down to what is feasible. Who is bringing what? (You are accepting help, aren’t you?) My to-do lists get simpler every year as I get better and better at handling the various parts of producing the holiday, but I still work backwards in time from the Tday meal to figure out what I can do when.

Our menu varies little from year to year, except that whoever is joining us is always advised to “bring anything that it-just-wouldn’t-be-Thanksgiving-for-me-if-we-didn’t-have-________.” Oh, and often one of us gets in the mood to try a new dessert. This year, Mom is excited about a salted caramel tart, and hearing about it got me excited, too.

3. Clear the decks: I plan meals for the days leading up to Tday with a few objectives — I try to make them lighter, cheaper, and different than the turkey meal, but most of all I want to keep the fridge as empty as I can. I like to do as much ahead of time as possible, and that means we need space to keep things chilled.

Before the holiday, it looks like we’ll be having a “little dab” meal — you know, a little dab of this and a little dab of that.

4. Spread out effort and expense: I am a low energy gal, so I try to do a little each day toward a big deadline. Pulling an all-nighter before a holiday would leave me in tears, for sure, and I don’t think that’s how we were meant to celebrate. The week before the week of the holiday is when I try to buy all the staples I’ll need. They are on sale by then, and they’ll keep just fine. (During some low-income years, I spread out the expense even more by buying items bit by bit for weeks ahead as I found them for good prices.) I also get a frozen turkey this week. We always do a big one, and I find it needs to start thawing in the fridge on the Friday before the holiday. Shopping ahead not only reduces dollar stress — it makes the last minute shopping needed during the next week so much easier. Then I breeze by the poor schmucks wrangling over the last can of pumpkin with my little cart of cheap bread for stuffing and celery and cream and giggle all the way to the car.

Also, depending how busy I am, I may do things like make pie crusts and freeze the dough in disks a week or two before the day, then thaw and bake a couple of days ahead. Cranberry sauce can be made a week or even two in advance if you keep it intact and don’t spoon out of it (makes it watery.) I always make plenty of chicken stock if Mom or I don’t already have a good supply in the freezer — Mom’s dumplings require good homemade broth, and for me, it-just-wouldn’t-be-Thanksgiving-if-we-didn’t-have-dumplings!

Need more all-purpose flour, and sugar, and…

5. Don’t forget your day job — keep up with the everyday stuff, too. Not gonna lie — some years I’ve done better with this than others, and we’re still alive. I will say, though, that all of us have enjoyed the holiday much more when we aren’t surrounded by chaos and when we all sit down to eat with clean underwear under our hopefully-stretchy pants. Look over the Cerebral Homemaking essays for the theory behind the practice, but if you are knee-deep in undone work right now, well then, just do what you can and resolve to do better in the coming months. The great thing about homemaking is that you can start building skills and habits from any starting place and at any time, or begin again, if necessary. That is comforting to me and I hope it is to you, and I am thankful for that!

 

What do you do for a happy(er) Thanksgiving?

Quickie GIVEAWAY!!!!

Because I am so THANKFUL for my blog readers, and because I would like more of them to help build the community here, and because I love to give away things I love, I am giving away a set of three Le Creuset spatulas, which are my very favorite small kitchen tools besides knives. I always give them to couples who are “setting up housekeeping,” and some of you probably already know and love them, but you can pass along the love to someone who does understand the difference an LC spatula will make in his or her life. I’m not paid to say this — just a big fan. The giveaway ends Wednesday, Nov. 14 at midnight, so that gives you just a few short hours to accomplish a few small tasks to get your name entered as many times as possible. With a little luck, these harvest-y colored spatulas can arrive at the winner’s home just in time to help stir the Thanksgiving gravy. The winner will be chosen at random and announced on Thursday. Good luck!
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Make Your Voice Heard About Something Other Than the Government

You know how it is when you are almost finished with something — redecorating a room, cooking an elaborate meal, making a gift, or writing what ought to be the last installment in a blog series like Cerebral Homemaking — and your deadline looms large and at last you see that you cannot finish in time and you have to force yourself to stop work on the project and give the last remaining minutes to fashioning a quick substitute?

That’s me this morning. Instead of Cassoulet, we’re having canned Beanie Weanies for our metaphorical meal.

So, answer a question for me: When Cerebral… is over, what would you like to find yourself reading about over here at In My Kitchen, In My Life? Don’t say nuclear physics. Thank you.

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Past Blast: In Other News, We’ve Got a Dog

Note: Please excuse the poor formatting on this post. I have worked and worked with it, but it remains a stubborn, disobedient post.

From November, 2006:

Part 1:

Who: Benji

What: miniature Poodle, 4 mos. old, apricot, terribly cute

Where: right here at my feet

When: Yesterday afternoon
Why: A couple of months ago, Samuel told me solemnly, “Mom, there is only one thing I want for Christmas – a dog.” Weeks later he presented me with his xmas wish list (which admittedly had two items on it): A DOG!!!
The Husband had said “No more dogs” after we had to have Murphy put down two years ago. I was fine with that. But then there was this boy. This boy who loves dogs. This boy who is responsible. This boy who might choose the cheap nursing home for us if we make him grow up in a pet-less home, though The Husband said to me, “I got him fish – isn’t that good enough?” So, we’ve had our eye out for a good dog who meets the Biesecker Family Dog Criteria: non-shedder, cheap or free, not too big, and does light housework.
How: The Husband left for a business trip yesterday. I asked him, “So, if we find a dog while you are gone, what should I do?”
He said, “I guess you’ll have to use your best judgment.”
We got our weekly shopper paper yesterday at lunchtime. I called about an ad and the boys and I went to see the older lady with this puppy she’d found was too much for her to handle. (We’ve done this before, so we weren’t too excited. There are a lot of sad cases out there.) He seemed like a good ‘un. The lady was agreeable to us having him here for 48 hours before making a final decision. He’s been charming and well-mannered for a puppy so far.
His name is still up in the air. Benji it has been until now and it may remain, though we’ve been tossing around some alternatives. Linus is a strong contender. I favored Sidney until it occurred to me that someone might want to name one of my grandchildren that, but the boys assure me they won’t be needing it. Jonathan suggests Samson. We’ll see.Oh, the other thing is that as of this moment you know 100% more about him than The Husband, who still isn’t aware of his existence.
Bodily Functions Accident Meter
The Wet Kind: 2
The Other Kind: 1

Calvin the Wonderdog in 2012, with the one who loves him best

Part 2, One day later:
Puppy’s name is Samson. Samson, the Mighty. Samson, the Strong. Samson, the 9 pound ball of fluff.

He’s a sucker for a rope toy

Part 3, Later the same day:
Puppy’s name is Benji again. It’s complicated — Alyssa had major palpitations over Samson, so we proposed two new possibilities: Riley or Linus. Contention developed as the family was split down the middle on these choices. (Picture cell phone “discussions” from PA to Alaska to Florida.) The brothers finally decided to stick with the original. Now, Alyssa is lobbying strongly for something besides Benji. I’m tired.

So fierce, so agressive…

Part 4, Late the same evening:
And the current (and this had better be final) name is…
…Calvin!

All have agreed to this latest choice except The Husband, who is unreachable in the wilds.

Imagine how the poor dog feels: he’s been called Benji, Samson, Charlie, Benji (again), and now Calvin — all within the last 30 hours. He doesn’t seem to mind. We are unsure if this is because he is exceptionally easy-going or just not terribly bright.

Oooh, rope toys everywhere are at his mercy!

Part 5, A few days later:
Thoughts While Standing at One End of a Leash
Life with a puppy (still Calvin) gives one reason to think. Two main things occur to me:
1. Training a dog really is more like training a child than the average young adolescent probably would wish to realize. One will lose sleep. One’s possessions will suffer during the training process. One must be willing to deal with bodily fluids one may find distasteful. Those are just the physical aspects of the training, though — the mental and emotional work is the truly difficult part. The amount of repetition involved in giving instruction and practicing “the right way” is staggering and even depressing if one lets oneself think beyond what is needed for the day at hand. One must distill the instruction into as few words as possible, said clearly and with just the right tone. One must not ask more than the dog can give. One must find something to praise and give it with a delighted, I-love-you-so-much voice, even if one is seething inside over plenteous transgressions committed over the last hours. One must live in hope. One must watch oh-so diligently, lest all one’s efforts be wasted.
2. It is said that dog owners are in better physical condition and are emotionally better off than non-dog owners. One reason is that having a dog forces one to get outside regularly to attend to the dog’s body functions and exercise needs. There may be some truth in that — I am certainly spending more time outside during these frigid days and nights. It isn’t all bad, though I’ve done my share of mental grousing. I’ve enjoyed the full moon this week. Without the agony of waiting in the cold, I wouldn’t have the pleasure of coming in to the warm.Excuse me, but I have to go. Calvin is chewing a computer cord. “Calvin, leave it. Good dog.”
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Cerebral Homemaking, Part 9: Homemaking is So Daily

It’s totally right for the kitchen to look like this when heavy cooking is happening — the problem comes when we start to accept leaving it that way.

“Life is so daily” is a common quotation of uncertain provenance, and it lends itself to endless variation. “Marriage is so daily,” “Parenting is so daily,” “Exercise is so daily” – all these remind us that we can’t be successful at some pursuits if we only pay attention to them now and then. And boy-oh-boy, is homemaking ever in that category. Homemaking is so daily!

Trash is certainly so daily!

I don’t know if some of us don’t understand this truth, or if we just live in hopeful denial, but I hear an awful lot of people say things like, “I’ve been trying to do some housework all week and I just can’t get to it,” or unbelievably, “I’ve been meaning to wash the dishes all week, but I haven’t done any.” These are the people who “hate housework” and I don’t blame them at all. If I thought I had to live with a kitchen full of dishes with crusted-on, smelly food and a bathroom that hadn’t been touched for days on end and I was expected to set these things to rights periodically, I would hate housework, too.

What was perfectly tidy a few minutes ago can get cluttered faster than you can say “Clean is beautiful!” Hello, real life.

Here is the reality: homemaking is a responsibility that requires daily attention. Period. No, the entire house doesn’t have to be cleaned each day, but some jobs need to be done day in and day out if we want to maintain a fairly steady level of cleanliness in our homes and don’t want to be overwhelmed with work left too long.

Our powder room is not beautiful or even charming, but there is no excuse for it not to be clean. That’s my job!

Other Cerebral Homemaking posts:

Part 1: Wrapping My Mind Around My Work 

Part 2: Please Lie Down on the Couch and We’ll Begin the Analysis

Part 3: Lofty Thinking — About Vision, Philosophy, and the G-Word

Part 4: Blast Physics! We Have to Aim Just a  Little Higher

Part 5: Time Matters

Part 6: We Like What We’re Good At — Developing Competency

Part 7: Mundane or Maniacal?

Part 8: Not a Kid Anymore

Putting My Thinking Into Practice: So, what jobs need attention daily at your house? Have you embraced that reality? Or do you find yourself fighting it all the time? (Isn’t that exhausting?) Could you pick one daily job and commit to doing it daily for at least 21 days? Would that make your life better? Here’s mine: I’m going to do what we call Minimum Maintenance in our powder room every day for three weeks – just a quick wipe-down is all it takes. Three minutes, tops. I can do that. What can you do?

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