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For years, I wondered what life would be like for us, as a couple, once the children left the house. Now that we are empty-nesters, I found I had nothing to worry about. The bonds that tie my husband and I together are more than our children. We feel like we’re dating each other all over again, except without the good-nights at the door.
Couples who manage to devote time specifically to one another at least once a week are markedly more likely to enjoy high-quality relationships and lower divorce rates, compared to couples who do not devote as much couple time to one another?
Do you know what day of the week you were born? I remembered at one time, but as time goes by such details escaped my mind. Thankfully, the Internet came to my rescue. I Googled ‘1961 calendar’ and BING! I got 10 plus pages of hits. The first hit on the page looked good to me. I clicked on it, scrolled down the calendar to find December. Wha-lah, I am a Thursday’s child!
The Mother Goose Nursery Rhythm Monday’s Child goes as follows:
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
This familiarly popular nursery rhythm appeared in print in England in 1744. At one point, I dare say we were all taught this little rhythm to memorize the days of the week. I discovered an interesting fact of the origin about this poem came from fortune-tellers predicting the future of a child according to the day of the week they were born. I don’t believe this anymore than I do that pigs can fly.
Have I wet your curiosity to learn more about the days of the week in this poem? If you’re like me, you don’t put much importance in mythological beliefs which are associated with many threads of our life. From the beginning of time, ignorance gave birth to many superstitions. I do find it entertaining to learn from past cultures by reading the history of innocent things, such as this nursery rhythm. You may want to read Serenata @ Google Answers informative response. At the bottom of her post, she listed some links. If you have young kiddos, then you’ll want to check out this link: Mother Goose Club
At times, I feel like I have far to go like the Thursdays Child. I suppose we all feel this one time or another. But, unlike the soothsayer’s prediction, I am clear on when my time in this life expires, I’ll cross into heaven to be with the Lord. I won’t be left to wonder the earth. That’s my promise for being a child of our heavenly Father.
Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
The other day, I read some one’s post about being a mess. My fellow homeschool mom was hinting to the fact that she needed to organize her home. I suppose we all need a little help in that department from time to time but honestly, it seems like a defeated goal while you have kids still at home all the time.
Which are you, organized or clutter-catcher? I’m neither. Actually, I’m a tweener – not yet organized not quite clutter catcher. In this household of pack rats and I say that affectionately, I keep preaching, “If you don’t use it, then lose it” philosophy. Unfortunately, everyone is slow to jump on my crusade.
My darling husband has to be the worse one in the pack. His reasoning is, I may find a need for this (piece of junk) one day or the kids may want it someday. “Oh, pleeease!” I want to scream. In fact, I do on rare occasions. No doubt, he has inherited recycling of old objects passion from his parents. Quite admirable, but when you have a tiny abode, then you are out of closet storage fast. Where do you put it then? With three decades of marriage under our belts, we have a lot of possessions (not valuable) we need to rid ourselves of.
This line of thinking “I might need this one day” our three children inherited from (mostly) their daddy and their parental grandparents (I don’t believe they ever threw anything away). It used to be when I pulled out the kiddos’ toy chest to toss the dolls with no heads or cars with missing wheels or a toy that was NEVER played with, then I’d hear an awful racket. “What? You can’t throw that away. That’s my favorite….” Sometimes, they would even be near the verge of tears. I am home with my children 24/7. When else can I throw out unwanted or dilapidated stuff?
Timing was never good to declutter our home. Once our children got old enough to spend time with their grandparents in West Virginia, then I saw that as a prime opportunity to do some serious organizing. For a week, I turned into a mini-tornado and swept through every possible nuke and cranny. The first time they returned home, it took them months before they began missing things. Once they learned the ill-fate of their never used or seldom thought of broken toy, they mildly protested for a few minutes about my decision to get rid of their suddenly valuable treasure and then they dropped the matter. What’s been done is done!
I have to use more caution with my husband’s belongings. His stuff is more sacred. First I have to figure out a way, if possible, to convince him that “x” isn’t of any value. Once I’m successful and he agrees we can toss it, then out the door it goes. I don’t put it off a second for fear he will get sentimental over “x” and find a reason to hang on to it. Not a reason to prove to me because I was already convinced “x” should go from the start. It’s getting HIM to let go NOT me.
By this point, one may think Cathy’s home must surely be organized. Absolutely no way! However, the good news is we now both work as a team to junk the junk. But, once the junk is gone, I have discovered we buy more junk (not at the moment) to replace the empty spot in our home. Oh, bother! I guess this can only mean one thing… we need to buy a bigger house so we can have more room for our junk. Do you think, if we start fresh with a new place that we will be clutter-busters or clutter-collectors? My reality check says, we’ll still be battling with the clutter-tween phase until well… death doth us part.