I know a woman who to my mind at least, is a Superwoman.  She works full-time, she blogs three days a week, keeps her house spotless, herself perfectly groomed, her family fed and looked after, and she hates how busy she is.

Her day starts at 4:30 am, she gets up, wakes her husband then heads to the kitchen to make his breakfast and his lunch.  Irons a shirt for him every day because he prefers how they feel when freshly ironed.  She takes care of him until 5:30 when he leaves to go to work.

From 5:30 – 7 am, she exercises, showers, completes one chore and then makes breakfast and lunches for her two adult male children.  Oh, I forgot, she puts in one load of laundry.

She wakes the boys at 7 am and then heads downstairs to throw the laundry into the drier.  She then sits down with her boys and has breakfast.

Does the breakfast dishes, then drops both boys at the bus stop by 8 am so they can get to work by 8:30.


She also starts work at 8:30, but is always there early as it is her business.  Her employees begin at 9 am, by that time she has dealt with her email, made at least two phone calls, and prepped what she wants her employees to work on.

She then reviews all of the information about her first client before they arrive.  When the client arrives, she takes him/her to her office and gives them her trademark personal service.  She is a lawyer and deals with small business concerns.

Once her clients for the morning have been dealt with, she prepares for Court in the afternoon.  She does not eat lunch as there is no time before she has to leave for Court.  Her Court time is usually between 2 and 4 hours; then she heads home.  This part really blew me away, she makes dinner for her husband and the boys and leaves it in a warm oven to stay warm for them.

She then heads back to the office and works until about 7:30 or 8 pm.

She gets home, has her dinner, does the dishes, does one more chore, then folds and puts away the stuff from the dryer that she turned on this morning.

She heads to her home office, sits down and begins work on her blog.  At 11:30 pm she heads back to the kitchen to pull out everything she needs to make a crock pot meal tomorrow.  She preps everything and then sticks the pan into the fridge, does all the dishes she just created, dries and puts them away, has a quick look around the house for things that aren’t where they are supposed to be, puts them back where they belong, then heads to bed.

She cleans up and tries to be very quiet, as her husband has been in bed for at least 3 hours, lays out what she will want for tomorrow and finally heads to bed.  It is 12:30 am.


By this point, I can hear you all saying “Yeah, right.  She’s handing you a line of bull.”

But, I am telling you that this was her day.  I had asked her if I could shadow her for one day and after informing me that her day starts at 4:30 am said I was welcome to come if I wanted.

I followed her the whole day and despite the fact that I knew I would be laid up for a few days.  I hung around until she went to bed.  I spent the night at her house.


She got up the following morning at 4:30 am and started over again.  She wanted to let me sleep until 7 when she woke the boys, but I set the alarm on my phone for 4:30 so I would know whether or not her previous day was a one off.

She did everything that she had the day before except for the chore, it was a different one this morning, then she also made cinnamon rolls, stripped the bed I had slept in and got everything into the laundry.  I apologised to her for giving her more work, and she told me not to be silly, she had enjoyed having the day with me as she doesn’t get time to see me much anymore.

She dropped her boys off and then drove me home.  I was swaying on my feet almost not able to stand at all; she helped me into the house, got me set up on the couch, gave me a hug.  Told me that she had had a wonderful time and then left for work.


We had arranged to meet the following Sunday so I could ask her some questions about her life.

We couldn’t meet on Saturday because that was her house cleaning day, all the chores she does during the week are just to keep things tidy until Saturday.

I couldn’t quite get my head around that because that first chore on Monday was cleaning the main bathroom, and she did it from top to bottom, including walls, floors and windows.  The one on Tuesday before she drove me home was dusting the house, the whole house.



When we sat down on Sunday afternoon, I told her I thought she was crazy.  I asked her why she didn’t turn to her husband and boys to help with the housework, this is what she told me:

“I chose to be an independent lawyer.  I decided I would not be part of someone else’s firm. It was my decision to start a blog and post three times a week.  I am responsible for my home by my own decision.  I choose to allow my husband to relax when he gets home, he takes care of the outside and I take care of the inside.  My boys will have their time to be responsible, besides they do help on Saturdays, one vacuums and the other washes the floors for me.  I just choose to let them enjoy their time off during the week by not asking them to do anything else.”

She followed that up with “this is the life I chose for me; when the boys are gone and its just Hubby and me (sorry I promised her no names) maybe things will have slowed down enough that I will be able to take some time for me.

I just sat and stared at her for a moment, I was flabbergasted that someone could be that selfless.  She chooses to be this busy, she chooses to not accept help during the week, she chooses to be this Superwoman.

My next question was about what she had told me “that she hated being so busy all the time.”  I asked her if she hated it that much, why didn’t she just leave the blogging until she was done working, or why she didn’t just leave the house until the weekends?

Her response was “I chose this life for myself.”

I just nodded and went on to my next question, “When was the last time you took a day just for you?”

She laughed and said, “Last Monday, of course, I got to spend the day with you.”


I burst into tears on just how little she made time for herself.  She was totally surprised by my tears, she said “You’re not to cry for me, I had a great time the other day, didn’t you?  We got to talk and laugh and have a good time together.  What more could I ask for than to spend time with one of my greatest friends?  No, don’t you dare cry for me, it was fun, and this life is my choice.”

As I left I gave her a big hug and asked her to please try and take time for herself every day.  She just nodded.



Ladies out there, be thankful for the life you have.  I swear that day that I shadowed her she did not have one moment of the entire day when she wasn’t busy doing something.

I thank God for my husband and children, they would never have let me get away with doing everything, even before I got so bad.  I can tell you for sure that my husband would not be happy with that life, as far as he is concerned the house, inside and out, is OUR responsibility, that we are partners and work together for the benefit of our home.

Like her, I only want what makes my family happy, but I so do not want to be her.  If my home is a little cluttered or messy, I can live with that; if it’s not spotless and dust free, I can live with that; I could not live thinking that everything had to be perfect every moment.  How about you?



I make some of my own cleaning products.  Today I would like to share with you two recipes for window/glass cleaner that really work and take the place of the expensive brand in the store.  Mine also make the windows so clean that crows could fly into them.

Recipe 1

1/4 Cup     Rubbing Alcohol

1/4 Cup     White Vinegar

1 Tbsp        Cornstarch

2 Cups        Warm Water

1                   Spray Bottle

Put all ingredients into the spray bottle and shake to combine.  Then use as you would the store bought kind.


Recipe 2

1/8 Cup      White Ammonia

1/4 Cup       Rubbing Alcohol

1 tsp.            Dish Detergent (Dawn Original)

Warm Water

1                     Spray Bottle

Same as above,  put all the ingredients into the bottle then add warm water until its full, then shake to combine and use as you would store bought.

PS:  I didn’t get much chance last week to work on the Fairy Garden, but I’m hoping to have more time this week.  Will keep you updated as I go.



QUOTE OF THE WEEK 04/24 - 04/30


This inspired me this week, I am imperfect, I am weird (ask anybody), I am just me; so this inspired me to be proud of who I am, of what I do, of who I care about, and what I believe in.  What more can you ask of a quote?

I hope it inspires you to be just you.

As always this one came from Pinterest



I had a very bad week this past week, so I think I’m just going to call the post up top the Family Life post and leave it at that for this week.

Of course,  I couldn’t leave you without a picture of the puppers.  Fighting again in the living room, you can see behind them what is supposed to be their beds, but we just use them as a toy box because they do not like to sleep alone, they must invade our bed each night.  Some nights Hawkeye would like to shoot them both, all they want to do is play and he gets up at 3 am.


Fighting again
The little darling always goes for the throat. Bailey and Willie play fighting again.







That’s it for this week, I hope you have a wonderful week, that the weekend is clear with warm blue skies, and that you are healthy, wealthy, and wise. (Sorry couldn’t resist)

Take care, and Hey! leave me a comment, the comment button is at the top of the post.  I would love to hear what you think, and I would love to hear how you liked the recipe.

See you next Tuesday.