I have just come out of a three-month stint where homemaking was my last priority. Or rather, what I defined as homemaking was.

My job as a homemaker is to manage my home. To ensure everyone and everything is taken care of.

It’s easy to forget how broad a job description that is.

I would like to believe that my job only includes cooking, cleaning and chasing babies around but that is just the foundation of it all. Those are the pillars to which everything else is based.

I have spent the last two months trying to eradicate fleas and so much of my days were consumed with the various flea-icide methods. Today we are flea free (almost) and I was enjoying a day of normalcy. For the past few weeks I have been desperate to get back into a normal routine. No more late night carpet shampoos or early morning flea sprays. No more vacuuming 12387134 times each day and mopping before a foot takes a step on linoleum. I just wanted to worry about what I would make for dinner. 

Now that today is almost over I realized I was already anticipating the next “project” I had to accomplish (sorting toys into bins).

I love my job. I love organization and implementing my vision of what an organized house looks like. I love always having something to do and often it is something I’ve not experienced before. I love being those moments of quiet where the world stops turning and Boaz cuddles with me on the couch. I love being comfort to my husband after his very long days. I love that I am able to learn various crafts and experiment with new skills.

It’s important to remember that the job of homemaking is really indefinable. There will constantly be different obstacles and roadblocks, new projects and most definatly, more babies. I must strive to find contentness and be worshipful even if I am in a less-than-pleasing season when it comes to my home.

Like anything else, it is easy to believe “once x,y, and z is done, I will be content.” But, like everything else, I never am.