There are some things at this stage of life that do not affect us at all, but are “challenges” I would love to be experiencing. For instance, we don’t have to deal with the more enjoyable homeowner quandaries such as worrying about wall art, unless you count the calenders we have hanging in every room on our unfinished walls. And that includes the poultry calender in the bathroom that The Mister picked up at a farm show, and it’s only there because my husband has some sort of innate drive to both pick up free calenders and hang them someplace, any place. It bothered me at first, but now it’s become amusing.
Another burden I cannot carry is the luxury of worrying what people think of my home at this stage. “Thank you Lord for relieving me of caring what other people think.” Now there is a motto you won’t see splashed across a wall in trendy vinyl letters any time soon, no matter how true it is. Another truth is that when you are confronted with a half-finished home with piles of construction materials in the driveway, and a dog standing on top of a mountain of stones that still wait to be spread out over the driveway, you really don’t notice the errant weeds, or smudged windows. It would be like realizing your shoelace is untied as a bomb is dropped overhead. How’s that for gratitude?
Finally, my unfinished home relieves me of long house-cleaning sessions and affords me the luxury of not being pestered by the occasional muddy shoe that finds its way inside, and saves me from expending a sigh if a little grape juice gets spilled on the floor. As my grandfather used to say, “A hundred years from now it won’t make a difference.” I think this was his spin on the familiar phrase Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last. Again, a lot of truth in that.
There are of course some serious aspects to living in a state of chaos (hospitality is at an all-time low, and you could dust hourly here if you had it in you) but pondering the minutiae over and over again will not see you through. Learning to laugh along the way and appreciating the things you don’t have will certainly help just as much as appreciating what you do.
Let me just say to the rest of you with fully finished homes that need tending, AND children who need mending, I don’t know how you do it! (But I’d like to try my hand at it someday, too.)
This is a delicious and EASY crustless quiche I made the last time we had breakfast for supper. I would usually serve this with pancakes or french toast. The Mister likes it with a little maple syrup. I call it “fast and fancy”.
3 cups chopped broccoli (boiled for one minute if using fresh-boil the head of broccoli whole, then chop)
½ cup milk
1 cup shredded cheddar
salt, pepper, nutmeg
optional: I had about a cup of fried crumbled sausage left over from pizza night which went into this also.
Other options might include chopped red pepper, fresh tomato, diced ham, or sliced mushrooms.
Butter a 9-inch pie plate. Preheat oven to 350. In a large bowl whisk together eggs, milk, ¼ teaspoon pepper, ⅛ teaspoon nutmeg, and ½ tsp. salt. Stir in broccoli and cheese, and pour into pie dish. Bake for 35 minutes, until edges are slightly brown.