Working with the simple, organic and healthy method

For most of us, during the work week, the majority of our waking hours are spent at work. Like everyone else, I look forward to the weekends. Call me delusional, but even after 2 years of motherhood and 5 years of marriage, every Friday night I still imagine that I’m going to sleep in until 10 am the next day. I was wrong!!!!! Of course, it never happens. Most Saturday mornings, I’m up by 7 am, and by 9 am I’ve made breakfast, done a load of laundry (or two), cleaned the kitchen and the stove, cleaned around the house, started an art project o music session with my 2 year old, and looked the paper to find something exciting to do with the family. We like to go to the flea market, public auction or to garage/yard sales.


I suppose it’s the same for many working mothers, this transformation from Monday to Friday career woman to weekend domestic goddess, but until recently, I wasn’t much aware of this transformation in myself. Then one Saturday evening, happy and exhausted, I reflected back on my day and giggled at the thought that my colleagues at work would never recognize the woman who spent that day doing 3 loads of laundry, cooking French toast or a healthy warm oatmeal for the guys, gardening / harvesting / storing products from our organic garden, coloring children’s book, jumping and clapping with the music, planting herbs, making homemade tomatoes and mozzarella wheat pizza for lunch and walking the dog while I am pushing the stroller to exercise and entreating my little man. I was exhausted, but completely fulfilled.


The morning was off to its usual start – laundry and Greek yogurt granola snacks – and then my son toted out the crayons and paper and began to draw. Minutes later I heard a frustrated whine and the tears began. He had decided that today was the day he was going to draw a perfect circle, only it wasn’t working out very well. I drew stars with pencil for him to trace, I guided his hand, I did my best to explain that circle come in all shapes and sizes and sometimes they’re so round that they look just like donuts or crazy dots! I am not quiet sure if he understood me that well but at least he stopped crying and maybe my attention toward him with some instructions gave him the security he was looking for. Then I asked him to help me to finish laundry, he put his clothing in his wardrobe and throws the blankets and socks at his baby bed but it was magical. I had managed to usher him through his frustration and find something that we could do together, that he could do well, the end result of which was a teamwork effort! It was empowering for both of us. Why I did not think about this before, something this simple and not complex such as finishing laundry and folding clothes, we love it.

My Quote of the day: You are acceptable and you are valuable!