A Monday's Thoughts

I know I'm not pregnant, and no baby is going to come gushing into my arms (though I do miss kissing the wispy-haired top of a baby's head. I especially loved this while rocking my fleeced-embraced little ewe after a warm bath, and then smothered him like butter in Johnson's Baby Lotion. I can smell it still. I know there are other brand-lovers out there, but for me, nothing says lovin' like Johnson's. They need to pay me to say that, 'cuz I truly feel that way. Tell them, won't you, and I'll split the earnings with you.)

Anyhoo, one of the bloggers I chat with was sharing nesting stories. I guess that got into the heart of my brain, because on my way to water aerobics this morning, I got the biggest NESTING URGE on the planet! Me, a fish who loves the water, whipped my silver roadster right around and was homeward bound. My, what has come over me?

I can explain a piece of this. It's my husband, Superman. He works sooooooooooo hard! He flies off to work every single morning, even when he's sick and his cape is dragging. This, so that he can keep the muscles of our checkbook from going flabby. He's the best provider (right underneath God) on this planet, and Krypton, too, I bet.

So, my heart's desire is to make this the best place on earth for him to want to be. Now, you might not believe this, but there was a day, light years ago, when I was the Queen of Nags. You know, even that word (nag) is ugly. Not cute, like so many other three-letter words, such as fun, sex [if you're married!], sew, friend. What? friend isn't a three-letter word? Hmmm... well, it should be! Do you know what a nag is? Let me show you... NAG. Don't be afraid. Go ahead and click on it. It might be a good mirror.

(Hope I don't get in trouble for using this pic off the net.)


Anyhoo, I don't care how inviting you make your home, if you are a nag, the husband will prefer the dirty roof! I won't digress to that unhappy land, but let me just say... If you are related to me (how I once was, I mean), then get a blood transfusion! :)

Okay, back to my nesting urges. So, I turned back towards home...where my heart is. Smile. Beam. Tha-thump. I began to empty the dishwasher, then saw the cupboards that needing Murphy's Soap, then noticed the two unfinished, cluttered closets that I can't walk in, and the empty jam jars that are like heads with no brains in them. So much to do so that Superman can hang his cape in peace.

So, I blog. Yup. Julie Andrews sang that we must start at the very beginning, 'cuz it's a very good place to start. And for me, setting down my thoughts gives me order.

See? I'm all better. I will take my friend Elisabeth Elliot's advice and "Do the next thing." One thing at a time. Happily. Thankfully. Peacefully, with Christian music keeping my heart in tune with the Lord as I work.


"She opens her mouth in wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue" Proverbs 31:26.