My husband is probably one of the most wonderful, supportive husbands who ever graced this planet. He loves me, admires my work, is my biggest cheerleader and my best PR agent. He also, on occasion, says things without thinking. This does not lessen his love for me (nor mine for him), but it does put me in the position of feeling a bit defensive now and then. Especially on the days where I didn’t accomplish as many things on my to-do list as I’d like, and am feeling particularly vulnerable. I think sewing, like parenting, is a gig where you’re always DOING but not really often DONE with what you’re working on–life and craft are both a work in progress.
Months ago, I read an article about how we all ought to look at our days not as a TO-do list, but rather as a DID-do list. Today was one of those days. So on the off chance that my husband comes home and sees that this list isn’t even close to being accomplished:
at least I’ll have THIS list to compensate for it:
I’m feeling pretty good about myself, from looking at that “did” list. The “do” list is making me think my house is embarrassingly filthy, but then I remind myself that I am raising human beings and creating art, and that those things have an intrinsic value that goes far, far beyond what can be gotten from a scrubbed toilet or a vacuumed welcome mat. So, Sweet Husband, this is why the bed didn’t get made–I was super busy with ALL THIS STUFF. Thank you for being so wonderful and understanding, and putting up with the piles of laundry, and for always recognizing that sometimes, the biggest contributions are the most invisible.
Good heavens, I’m exhausted! Maybe we’ll get take out tonight. Whaddya think?