“But, what would I say?” I asked my sister skeptically. She went into a litany of ideas which I instantly dismissed.
“Who would want to read a blog I wrote?” I continued. And she effectively said, if you write it, they will come.
I scoffed at the idea of writing a blog, thinking back over all the interesting and inspiring blogs I have stumbled across. I attributed my sister’s idea to an elder sibling’s over-inflated sense of pride in her younger sister. I also considered that she just wants to talk to me less (Its ok, Kerri, I read all about it in your blog. Now let me talk to your children).
But then, a title came to me. Crumbs off the table.
My husband loves me. Tremendously. And despite that I have walked away from the career woman that he married (and thought I would always be), he’s supported me in the decision to be a stay at home mom to our two delightful mini-ions. He appreciates all the ways I improve our life, from the homemade food, to the delightful touches to our parties, to the creative ways I stretch our budget. But, to improve on some things, other things must suffer. And in my case, what suffers is cleaning. While I may gripe and moan about how I don’t have time to do it, we both know that if I spent a little less time on the things I find fun, I’d spend a little more time getting the crumbs off the table.
Here it is my 35th birthday, and the present I give myself is an excuse to spend a little more time on the things I find so fun that I don’t have time to get the crumbs off the table. Let’s see how it goes!