So, somewhere between throwing up, successfully teaching Lily her eyes, nose, and mouth, eating and being repulsed by everything in sight...
I've forgotten how to be a good wife.
Seriously. On about day three of this funk, I realized what was going on but was WAY too proud to admit it. I kept saying "But I'm in my first trimester, all of my other friend's husband bend over backwards for them, WAAAAAAH!!!"
Sidenote: It pisses me off beyond belief when women gab about how amazing their husbands are all. day. long. "oh, my husband is SOOOOO PERFECT, blah blah blah" They sit there on Facebook, Twitter and their blogs building up their expectations of their husbands SO HIGH that when they aren't met that everything falls in their lap like a crappy plate of spaghetti. FACT: A young lady I know did this so much I cut her out of my "social networking life", gay, I know. But it turned out their marriage didn't even last a year! Come on ladies, keep it real. I'm not saying air your dirty laundry, but when you do this sort of thing not only are you creating false expectations of men for the women around you, but you're setting yourself up for failure.
So then after a few days of feeling sorry for myself and truly convincing myself that I was doing everything humanly possible to keep up with the house- Eamon called my bluff. Seemingly out of nowhere [preg-nant] Eamon said the words I'd been fearing all week "I just don't know what you DO all day!?!?"
In my head I started scrambling to put together a list of "what I do's" to prove him wrong...but he was right. I've totally been laying around, half assing all of the chores, not giving my best effort. I AM pleased to say that Facebook wasn't the culpret this time around. There have been times in my life where I have very, VERY guilty of sitting on FB bouncing from profile to profile...wasting my life. Not the case anymore, THANK JESUS.
I got this tattoo about a month ago
For a few weeks I was totally inspired, totally convicted, every day. After about a week of...not being an Industrious Woman, I finally remembered why the heck I did this.
10 c]">[c] A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 "Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all."
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Give her the reward she has earned,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Here's to being inspired by this woman, and here's to me getting the energy and motivation to keep up with my home!