The Business of Home

I know so many bread winners, especially fathers, will relate to this image. You come home after working a job that hasn't evolved past the cave age to your cozy abode only to be smacked in the face by an exhausted mother looking for you to take over. It doesn't matter that you've worked all day, the business of home awaits. I just want you bread winners to know that I know, but it doesn't matter. I still need your support, I still need a partner and I don't want to always be the one towing the line for our little business. But, I do have compassion. You're burning the candle at both ends as did so many fathers before you. Our fathers and grandfathers must have felt much of the same. Where do we find the balance? When will the employment of families in our country get the importance of a healthy balance? All I can say, is make sure to stand up, speak up. There is no award for working the longest and hardest day, the reward is in your wife/husbands smile and your child's giggle.

Aging with Grace

Who know's how long it will last, maybe always, maybe I'll dye it again in the next week. I'm growing accustomed to my grey hair and actually kinda liking it. Going on 40, it feels so good to be ok with where I am. I don't need to compete with the college girls in town (as if I could), I can be right where I am. It's not a forced feeling either, I'm really diggin' it. That's not to say that I won't want to mix things up and pick a new color, I love change, it's who I am. I've never been satisfied by stagnation. But, to actually be at a place where I completely love where I am in the aging process is tear inducing. My kids can see their mom loving and confident in her life, this is good. Now, must work in some yoga and exercise. The pounds are creeping back with all the Fall comfort foods! Love to you mama's! Poppy Peach