Showing posts with label housewife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label housewife. Show all posts

Saturday, February 18, 2023

For So Much Still To Do

On an icicle-brickle bedazzled morn
the heart is sweet and tenderly torn
between footloose fancies that sparkle and woo
And common cares 
of chores to do




I admired from the window then tackled work-to-do...


The muffins turned out well,
( I had one bite from the missing one to sample 
because I didn't use any particular recipe.
When I came back from cleaning the bathrooms to finish my 'sampling' 
 this is all that remained)


No, I don't have a pet, but I have a husband😂😅


but the cake flopped... 
(It boiled over in the oven and lost its oomph!!)


while rooms got dusted and floors got mopped


Now its off to market,
to market
to buy a fat jug
of laundry soap, (etc.)


then home again,
home again
luggedy-lug


...to do dishes and kitchen clean up
and decide what's for sup!!
(I'm craving roasted vegetables!)

***

Today's poem was inspired in part
 by yesterday and today's devotion in the book
My Utmost for His Highest
By Oswald Chambers


Arise and let us go, for there is much to do
Redemption, greater than our woe will see each mercy through

Though many times we slip when we fail His command
The armour of God will equip us for the day at hand

Make haste without delay to pray and then proceed
Committed to trust and obey as God supplies our need

For the harvest is great but its workers are few
Arise, before it is too late for so much still to do   

© Janet Martin




Monday, November 15, 2021

Like My (almost) Pet...


Some days.
Seriously!!

 I like to reserve Mondays to climb the
domestic to-do-ladder before another week of childcare starts.
Today required a morning+ away 
for dentists appointment, groceries and other errands
inspiring this rather wry ditty as I tried to get my bearings
when I returned to 'exactly like I left it!



Dear Almost Pet...

You’re always here to greet me
As faithful as can be
I think you think that I would miss
Your loyal company

You’d sit and wait forever
For when I go away
You do not flinch one teeny inch
Or take a holiday

You hide in any corner
And wait in every room
Amused at frantic antics that
Require mop and broom

Sometimes I think you giggle
When, laden, I walk in
With my arms full of groceries
Heaped right up to my chin

You are a little like a pet
That wears me to the bone
If I ignore you, you can bet
You’ll make your presence known

You’re not a playful puppy
No bunny, nor a cat
You’re my faithful trusty housework
Now what do you think of that

© Janet Martin

And what good housewife would leave the kitchen like this??!!!😂
In my defense...Monday morning is Jim's checklist morning
before his leaving for the week which involves Wife...
Let's see!
Do we have
Hat
coat
pills
phone
wallet?
yup...
"hey Janet, where did you put my heel cream?
I need it this time of year!'

um. I think I threw it in the fruit bowl on the table...

okay, where was I??
oh right!
thermos full of coffee
2 foil-wrapped omelets
cheese, sliced
2 sandwiches
meal/meals (dinner leftovers) in a foil tin for his truck oven
foil-wrapped pizza slices
fresh muffins
fruit
yogurt
cereal
bananas
h-m-m-m...
did I miss anything
oh, yes
3 sets of clean clothes
Hug
Kiss
see you Saturday
drive safe!!
headlights out the driveway as he backs up
Sit down 
pray
read devotions
make more coffee.
Make Matt's lunch
start laundry
write poem
look at clock
gasp.
YIKES!!!
I need to get ready for the dentist
That's my excuse😁

Saturday, October 20, 2018

I Could Lick Her Floors!


Last Saturday night we celebrated my brother-in-law's 50th birthday by going out for dinner.
For dessert we were invited to his brother's house for cake and ice-cream.
Whenever we go there I can't help but marvel at how CLEAN their home is...
I could lick her floors and not feel one bit traumatized😋
It motivates me to take the time to try and get at least a little sparkle-ping into my own home.
(I should visit her house once a month just for inspiration!)
She lives a full, busy, helpful life and I admire her, however she does it!
So after a little elbow grease etc. tonight my house feels like it could muster a little ping-shine too!
I will however, NOT be licking the floors😁

No matter what it is...

We can think it
Plan it
Say it
Walk a shut-eye stroll right through it
But we cannot
change this
plain fact...
Nothing takes the place of Do It!

© Janet Martin

Monday, April 9, 2018

Battle-ships (for moms)

PAD Challenge day 9:For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Battle (blank);” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Battle Tested,” “Battle of the Sexes,” “Battle of the Bands,” and “Battle of the Bulge.”



You know those days…
the ones where you don’t look at the bill ‘cause you just wanna keep on feeling good a little longer.
The ones with question we don’t ask because we’re afraid of the answer.
The ones that reminds us Time and mirrors do not flatter.
The ones when it seems every room hounds Housekeeper with “hello, over here…dust, dirt, foot-finger-prints?!!”
( even though it feels like you live with a vacuum, mop and cleaning cloth attached to your hand?!)
I was having one Of Those;
…then Judy posts Practice Resurrection
 and blesses the blah right out of the mess
and happiness of mother/housewife-hood! 





Hard to watch
you dig a hole
you seem determined
to see through
And learn to let go
and let God,
like our mothers
had to, too


We reconcile
The smiles we wear
To lines that never
Used to be
We teach of faith
Though faith in God
Will always be
a mystery

We pray, oh-ho
We pray
Often tongue-tied
and oh. so. small.
Stunned by what
Once we thought we knew
But never
Knew at all

We reach for skies
crawl, where good-byes
rattle the heart
soft caged
in the human breast
like a little nest
withstanding the winds
that rage

...where we grasp chores
like sturdy chairs
Anchored by Duty's
emblem
through battles we bear
like our mothers before
and their mothers
before them

© Janet Martin




Wednesday, September 23, 2015

It's A Beautiful Life (being Mother and House-Wife)





 I'm sending lunch to my sister's farm today. (Hamburger Stew, bread and cheese)
Her place is all a-flutter with wedding preparations because they are hosting their son's wedding on Friday...
Their first fledgling to leave the nest so, bittersweet Beautiful Days in a mother's
Beautiful Life...

Here are bits and pieces of my last fifteen hours of a beautiful, busy life!
Happy First Day of Autumn!




It’s laundry and dishes
And half-come-true wishes
Its dinner-filled pots and pans
Broom-and mop-chores
It’s bake-a-cake, take-a-break
Plan what’s for supper
It’s school-lunches, bloom-bunches
And so much more

It’s weeding and hoeing
And coming and going
It’s garden-rows glowing
With offspring of seeds
Its pruning and picking
It's ‘slow-that-clock-ticking’
And dusting, and trusting
God for our needs

It's mending and tending
Homefires. It's sending
Prayers up to heaven 
While bending to earth
It's taking and giving
It's sweet, simple living
It's bitter and sweet
Mingling sorrow and mirth

It’s holding and scolding
It’s wiping and folding
And laughing and sighing
As years fondly flow
It's diligent duty
And domestic beauty
It’s teaching while learning
To hold and let go

It’s love spelled in places
Of daily God-graces
It’s familiar faces
When daylight is spent
It’s Mother and Wife,
What a beautiful life
It’s sing-to-God praises
For kind blessings lent

© Janet Martin

(and now, a quick hour to go get my daughter who suddenly decided to come home for a day. She is away at school and between work and study is finding life very busy as well)

Friday, February 20, 2015

Job Offer



I tripped over a hockey-bag while starting laundry, when I heard the bus pull up...Victoria always looks for Mom's 'see-you' wave...


He asks, with eyebrows raised
If ‘do I think that possibly
I miss the thrill of knowing
My full potentiality
Implying, ‘Here
Among the mundane-ness
Of household chores and such’
He dangles it as ‘nothings’
…all these things that I call love
And do I think it is enough?
The noise of boys
And toys
And ‘little things'
Which fill me with
Ten-thousand unnamed joys
He asks me if ‘I never
Long for more than merely this?’
I wonder, does he mean smiles, hugs
Or pudgy, smudgy toast-crumb kiss?
And then, he lays before me
What he calls a golden ladder
Promising money,
As though it could buy
Those things
That really matter

© Janet Martin