Day 2 Blues

I knew this would happen... I have been on a blogging kick for a day and I am already out of ideas. There was a time when blogging was not an issue - I could write about the color of socks I was wearing and make it somewhat interesting. Now, I have become so far removed from my own sense of humor that I have to wear funny socks to make a statement so that I don't have to think of anything on my own.

A few of the blogs I follow from time to time (read: every day) are from women who have taken on the task of coming up with a word to define what they hope to accomplish in the coming year. These are women whom I have really come to look up to as a woman that I would like to become. The impression they leave on me is that they are wonderful, Godly wives whose primary business is their families.

I have thought about my word all afternoon, through a football nap, folding laundry, vacuuming, and watching television (it has not been a productive day). What I have determined my word should be is quality. These are the definitions of quality that I need to attribute to my own life:

• marked by a concentrated expediture of involvement, concern or commitment. I have plenty of quiet time, but I don't attempt to make it quality quiet time. Watching television when I get home from work is not time well spent to self-growth. By the end of the week I don't feel like I have had any real time to myself and the fault does not lie with my job, my husband, or my household duties. The fault is my own because I never took any of the 4 hours from the time I get home to the time I go to bed to sit in silence & reflect.
• character with respect to fineness, or grade of excellence. I am fairly new to this marriage thing, but that does not mean that I should not put every effort into making our marriage of the best quality at this early stage in the ball game. My fear is that by not putting in the most effort in this fresh, new time our relationship will grow stagnant quickly and the ball game will be over rather quickly. How can I remedy this? The book we read as a part of our marriage counseling was so helpful in opening the lines of communication to better understand our individual "love languages." Starting this week, Sean's schedule is changing and we will see each other even less than we do now. When I start to feel the self-pity setting in, I need to re-evaluate the 5 love languages to see where I can help him to feel more fulfilled. He rarely lets my pail become empty. My love language is easy: quality time!
• an accomplishment or attainment. For example, today I did a very minimal amount of housework. I am hoping for Taco Bell for dinner. I have one load of laundry in the dryer that has been dry for a while now, but as long as the dryer is running I don't have to fold it, right? And they are towels so it doesn't have to be folded tonight, right? Wrong. It would not have killed me today to have cleaned the bathroom (well, maybe). After I publish I am going to get up and fold those clothes. I am still hoping for Taco Bell for dinner, but c'mon. It's Sunday night. I don't want to go to work tomorrow when this time next week we'll be in Mexico. My point is this: I need to strive for quality in my work. I always feel much better about myself afterwards, but am mostly too lazy.

Here I go. I am going to fold those clothes. And it is going to be a job well done.