Today, a good friend of ours asked me what I needed to feel supported in this raw venture. The answer was simple: I need my husband to clean up the kitchen. Sure, I'll do it when I can. Yes, the kids will help when they're home. But if it's a mess, it's his responsibility. And, no, it can't wait 'til morning. Problem solved.
November 10, 2009
Division of Labor
As a polarity therapist, my job is to help people heal. So, I'm happy to make this food for my husband. It's a good investment in our future. But all the work - countless trips to grocery stores, hours reading recipes and planning meals, and many more hours washing, soaking, chopping, blending and mixing, has been wearing a little thin. By the time the food is done, I'm done. But the kitchen is still a mess.