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Home Sweet Home

It’s late at night and the house is quiet.  Not a creature is stirring, except for the little Blue Russian kitty.  The wind is blowing hard outside, up to 45 mph gusts that shake and rattle the house.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I had opportunity to spend some time this weekend endulging in some Waltons dvds, and noticed the ongoing theme of how mom (Olivia) and Grandma were home bodies and tended the home and the needs of the family.  They made home cooked meals, washed on a washboard (til John Boy worked his hiney off and bought mom a second hand wringer washer), made their dairy products with milk from their own cows, ironed clothes, made clothing on a treadle sewing machine and by hand, etc.  The 2 women stayed busy all day tending their home and family.  No going and gossiping with the local ladies, no chatting on a phone (or computer) all day long.

Ok, I know that the Waltons is a fictional series.  But there’s somethings that can be gleaned from even the fictional lives played out there.  We’re in a society that tells us women we have to go out and work 80 hours a week at a job we don’t like for a boss we hate and then come home and work on maybe throwing a take out meal together and sleeping.  We’re told to hold off on families, to limit the number of children we should have in order to keep climbing “the ladder”, and if we get pregnant, to abort that interfering child.  We’re told that we’re liberated, that we should wait until later to marry, but go ahead and test drive some men from our teen years on up til marriage.  Our society even tells us to go ahead and test drive a woman or two as well.  We’re told we need to be a size 6 or smaller, we just have to have all the latest fashions on the catwalk, and if we don’t look like an anorexic runway model, we’re too fat for any man out there.

What happened to the days of old?

I hate to say it, but not too awfully long ago, I was too of the mindset of this world.  I was one to hold down a full time job and a part time one as well to earn as much money as I could.  I didn’t NEED it, nor did I have dependents that needed me to earn.  I just WANTED it.  I also fell into the false theory of test driving the car before buying, only on a dating scale.  I bought into the feminist lie that you must go out with and even sleep with many in order to find that elusive “one”.  I bought hook, line, and sinker, every single lie of the world, that things make you happy, children are a burden, and work work work work and build the bank accounts first and foremost and make that an idol.

NO more!

Today, I am blessed.  I am able to stay at home, to cook home made, from scratch meals for my family.  They may not all like what’s fixed, but there’s hot food on the table.  I am blessed to have constant dirty dishes, as they show that I have food to eat and family to sit around my table and enjoy a meal.

I am blessed to be able to stay home.  I do not have the desire or drive to work multiple jobs and long drawn out hours away from home.  I can go days without leaving home if need be.  There’s plenty of work to be done around the house, it is in itself a full time job.  Sure the monitary pay is minimal to none, but the rewards are more than money can buy.

I am blessed to have the family around me.  Some days they drive me insane, and the thought of spending a nice relaxing vacation at the local psych unit has crossed my mind, but they are my family nonetheless.  Had I stuck with the mindset I had, I would not have them.

I am blessed to have a husband who doesn’t care that I am not a size 6 or below and am absolutely not anorexic.  I do not have to be a stick thin model for him.  I can have curves and padding, an imperfect non-airbrushed body that real women have.  He doesn’t expect me to be the epitome of fashion as well.  I don’t have to have high end clothing and 100 pairs of shoes to have what I need.  A simple dress and pair of shoes suffices.

We really need to look back behind us, to the women who came before us.  We’d do good to learn from the days gone by, from the Depression era when women had to stretch everything to make ends meet.  We need to learn to do more on our own, from cooking to sewing, to homemaking and being there for our families instead of out of our homes.  The lies of the feminist movement have taken so much from us, but we women don’t have to believe the lies.

I fear I’ve rattled on….  It’s late into the night and morning comes so soon…  You all have a blessed night and good morning to come!

 

 

Like A Warm Cup of Tea

Ah a warm cup of tea….  Just the thought of a nice cup of orange pekoe steaming fresh out of the tea pot makes me feel comfortable.

I remember when I was growing up how mom would keep a few tea cups that matched a new set of dishes she’d purchased.  The set had cute kittens on them, on all the pieces, and oh how Dad didn’t like it…but it made her happy.  Anyway, she’d warm up water one cup at a time, dip a tea bag and then carefully set it aside for reuse again..and again…until it barely colored the water.  Mom was from the Depression Era and WWII, so I can understand why she did so.  She’d take a saltine and dunk it and have her tea and crackers each morning.  Most mornings she’d do this, and again in the evenings before bed.  How she slept with all that caffeine late who knows….

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate that warm cup of tea.  Now I make literally gallons of this delectable delight, and enjoy a wide variety of flavors.  Once the kids are off to school, I fill up my metal tea pot with fresh water, add in fully caffinated tea bags, then put in a flavorful addition–one morning it may be Darjeeling, another morning Vanilla Sugar Cookie (from a holiday collection), English Breakfast, etc.   I tend to the dishes and a bit of hand washed laundry,and listen to KVCY radio out of Ft. Scott (Kansas) while this brews on my old gas stove.

As the days have gotten a bit cooler (today was a mild 50 or so, rather warm for the middle of December) it is nice to have that extra bit of warmth.  I enjoy sitting down for a quick break with my cup of fresh brewed tea, sweetened with a little Splenda (or Equal or honey), and feeling warm with the cup in my hands.  I can turn the furnace down a bit, enjoy a sip of simple goodness, and only spend pennies per pot.  Frugalness at its best!

Evening comes and after all the supper leftovers are put away, dishes are at least halfway herded to the sink, the table is clear, kids are playing a board game, etc, I sit down with another cup and play along.  I’ve been beaten quite well and forced into bankruptcy in Monopoly while enjoying sipping my tea.  I’ve enjoyed a cup of herbal tea and been through the licorice pits and cupcake hills of Candy Land.  I’ve brewed a second pot while sliding down the chutes and climbing ladders in Chutes and Ladders.

My favorite time for tea has to be this season.  The tree is lit, my Mason Jar candles (Mason Jars with Epson salts and tea lights) and crystal bowl candled center piece are burning, and the children watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on dvd on the computer.  I remember watching this classic when I was young, and I like that the children enjoy it as well.  As we are gathered around watching the dvd, I sit with a cup of herbal tea and watch right along with them.

I guess you can say that tea for me is a comfort thing.  I can find comfort every time I have a cup.  It’s a frugal luxury for this homemaker, and one that I hope you enjoy as well!

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