Scripture Motto

"Let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father." Matthew 5:16

Monday, January 30, 2012

The Saga of a “Not-So-Desperate” Housewife (Part 2)

“Let them make Me a sanctuary, that I may dwell among them.” Exodus 25:8 AMP

I folded towels at the dining room table while the boys watched television. “Hi Honey.” I turned and gave my husband a welcome-home kiss. “The dishwasher flooded the kitchen floor again.”

He continued toward the bedroom choosing his steps through the maize of toys strung out on the living room floor. “What’s for supper? I’m starved; I didn’t have time to eat lunch.”

“I thought maybe you could grill some hamburgers.” I motioned to our ten- and five-year olds to pick up the toys, and then followed my husband to the bedroom. “What are we going to do about the dishwasher?”

My husband made a sudden about-face. “I don’t care.” His eyes fixed on mine.
 The next morning, I attended my weekly Bible study with several other stay-at-home-women from our church and recounted my story. “What do I do?”

“He needs his house to be a safe haven,” Irene, the matriarch of our group said. “He wants a stress-free zone in his life.”

“How do I do that?” I searched the faces of these experienced wives for answers.

Donna, the mother of five smiled at me. “You know what time he comes home every day, right?” I nodded yes. “An hour or so before he normally comes home, create a peaceful atmosphere. Have the boys put their toys away and turn off the TV. If time permits, run over the carpet with the vacuum cleaner.”

“I use a menu to lessen the dilemma of what to cook for dinner. By the end of the day, I’m too tired to think about it.” Jo hinted. “I also try to take a 30-minute mid-afternoon break to reenergize me for the late afternoon rush.

“You might even take a peek in the mirror.” A sheepish grin lit Irene’s face. “A little touch up to the face and hair plus a splash of perfume makes you feel better and is a nice way to say, ‘Welcome home’ to a harried husband.”

I went home and heeded the words of my mentor friends. I considered what my husband experienced when he walked into our house.

I gathered clutter and dusted the furniture. I put the kitchen in order, gathered the ingredients for dinner, and set the table. I selected a change of clothes. And then, thirty minutes before the school bus stopped at our driveway, I relaxed in the recliner.

 The boys ate a snack and shared their day with me. I explained to them about our new way of welcoming Daddy home. They did their homework, practiced piano, and played with a few toys while watching TV. When they heard the garage door opening they turn the volume low and rushed to put the toys away; I glanced into the mirror.

When he opened the door, I saw my husband lift his nose to catch a whiff of dinner simmering on the stove. His eyes were first drawn to the uncluttered floor, and then to me. I greeted him with a kiss, and he returned it with a hug. The boys giggled.
 That day I learned a homemaker sets the tone for a peaceful, stress-free, and welcoming sanctuary, contrary to a world of chaos.