Time

It seems to me that time is where the war of the 21stcentury is being waged.

There is (and always has been) a finite number of hours to be spent by humans every day. I think we can all agree that the increase in the number of ads, blogs, TV shows, sporting events, restaurants, friends, websites, networks, and gadgets over the past 10-15 years has made those hours more valuable than they used to be. Supply (the hours you have) has stayed the same while demand (the number of things demanding your attention) has increased. In economics that means what is being demanded (your time) becomes more valuable.

But this is not an economics class.

We simply want to thank you for spending your valuable minutes and seconds reading what we have to say on this blog.

We don’t always know what we’re talking about but we always try to put thought and effort into what we’re saying so that you (the reader) might walk away changed in some small way…even if that means your day is happier because you’re giggling at something idiotic I did. Especially then.

This blog has helped shape who we are and who we are becoming because it creates a sort of real-world accountability. For example, when we see people now they might ask “hey, how’s that minimalism thing going?”

What we say: “Ohhh…yeah, it’s going pretty well”
What we’re thinking: “Wait, you actually read that, oh, crap….wow, we really do have to get rid of some of our stuff, people are calling us out on it”

It’s sometimes bizarre, always challenging, and mostly, it’s real. So thank you, more than you know, you guys are changing us even as you’re reading about us. Ironic, I know.

And just for fun (and because you’re awesome) we’re giving away a $25 gift card to Amazon so you can read something other than us.

All you have to do is leave your name and favorite blog (other than ours) below. Giveaway lasts until 11:59 EST on Tuesday, November 2

To Be a Housewife

NOTE: This post does not apply to stay-at-home moms. We salute you.

So I don’t have a job.

My husband moved to Dallas 2 months before we got married, and I was told I could either come with him after the wedding or give the ring back. So I quit my job, packed all my things, and opened them again in this tiny home. And home has a much different meaning when you never leave.

For any of you who have ever been accidental (or on purpose) housewives, I think you’ll relate to this. (Unless you live in Orange County and live your life on a reality tv show with people to do your laundry and run your errands.) There’s a minor glitch in the time-space continuum that settles over the homes of unsuspecting housewives, stealing their ability to be productive in any fashion. More time equals less productivity. Your husband sets out into the workplace, leaving his home and a few instructions confidently in your hands. And yet you find yourself coming up with 8 other things to do during the day, watching the clock for 5:45, at which time you’ll hurriedly toss your lunch dishes in the sink, turn off Gilmore Girls, throw on some jeans, and apply just enough makeup to make it look like you’ve actually needed it for some outing that day. My only hope for burying the sense of shame is to make it sound like EVERYTHING was a big deal. See below.

Kyle: What did you do today?

Me: Well, I went to the post office to mail those letters and there was a HUGE line, so that took forever…. And then I cleaned out the fridge (threw away a rotten tomato) and so that took up some time. Oh, and I found this really cute pillow from Target that I want to get with our gift card, but I found it online and I don’t think they have it in the store, but it took me so long to figure that out… Technology. Sheesh.

Kyle: Hm. (This is where I know that he’s caught on, even though he doesn’t say anything.)

Me: And tomorrow I’m going to plan our menu for the week. (If I say it confidently enough, he’ll think it’s going to take me all day.)

And in the midst of it, I know he can read right through me. I know what I’m saying sounds completely ridiculous, and yet it’s my only hope to avoid what I now refer to as “Wife Guilt.”

I had 3 things to do today. 1. Apply for two jobs. 2. Write a blog post. 3. Keep the house clean.

And I sit here watching the clock turn 5:37, knowing that my time has come to an end. The sink is full of dishes, the kitchen table is covered with sewing notions, and I haven’t completed an application. Things I have done: Made a shirt, made a rug, and written a blog post. But this post took a really long time to write…

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