If you spent the night at my house on a Friday and woke to the day with us the next morning, you would probably either laugh... or cry. As the light started streaming in and the sound of small feet slapping against hard boards filled my room today, I was feeling like everyone had slept in, including myself. Then I looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was still before 6. At this point you may have cried.
It was okay though. If coffee gets made everything looks better.
Because of this Wendell Berry book I'm reading, we started talking over breakfast about work... it's importance, the way we look at it in our modern culture, how the work of the home gets marginalized and degraded (for both men and women) and ultimately even avoided. We started talking about the importance of a clean home and how we sometimes avoid that work too or try to find ways to make ourselves feel better about not doing it. In today's circles we talk about things like trying to be free of the "pressure of perfection" or letting people see us "as we are."
This conversation was made entirely possible, by the way, because of that cup of coffee.
The result of having a conversation about work and home this early on a Saturday morning? Everyone had their chores completed and our entire house was cleaned up by 7:20 am. That is the part you hopefully would have laughed at. I did.