Me [coming into the kitchen after putting Grace to bed] "Oh honey! The kitchen looks wonderful! Thank you for all the cleaning up you did!"
DH: "Well, this *is* your office, and you don't have a janitorial service that comes and cleans it out like I do at work, so I thought I'd do it instead."
God bless that man!!!
Showing posts with label my husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my husband. Show all posts
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
My husband's new hobby
Steampunking.
In a nutshell, it's taking everyday gadgets and, for want of a better term, "Jules Verne-ing" them up so they look like a fusion of modern technology and Victorian England.
This is a fun blog that covers all sorts of incredible design ideas.
Since we seem to decorate with lamps and clocks around here, a lamp was a good place for him to start... and of course, when you think lamp, you think voltage meter, right? (OK, so you don't. I don't, either... but it's still fun!)
This is his office lamp/working voltage meter. The bulb on the right is on a dimmer switch, and that's the lamp part. The bulb on the left only comes on when you're actually using the voltage meter... and for fun, he added the two switches on the right that allows you to change the way the voltage meter takes readings, so you can have a more impressive swing of the dial back and forth.
The picture doesn't do it justice. It's really a fun little lamp!
His project for today was a new journal.
Out of brass.
He cut the pieces of of scrap metal, attached piano hinges, took the "inner workings" of an old binder we had and attached it to the metal frame.
His next project is going to be the answering machine. We've got an ugly, 12-yr old answering machine that we hide in the cabinet, because it's just not attractive enough to be out "on display." His goal is to come up with something fun, so we can hang it on the wall in the kitchen and actually SEE that we have messages, instead of having to remember to look in the cabinet.
He really needed a creative outlet. He designs so many wonderful things for our home, and he hadn't had a chance to really jump in and do something fun for a long, long time.
In a nutshell, it's taking everyday gadgets and, for want of a better term, "Jules Verne-ing" them up so they look like a fusion of modern technology and Victorian England.
This is a fun blog that covers all sorts of incredible design ideas.
Since we seem to decorate with lamps and clocks around here, a lamp was a good place for him to start... and of course, when you think lamp, you think voltage meter, right? (OK, so you don't. I don't, either... but it's still fun!)
This is his office lamp/working voltage meter. The bulb on the right is on a dimmer switch, and that's the lamp part. The bulb on the left only comes on when you're actually using the voltage meter... and for fun, he added the two switches on the right that allows you to change the way the voltage meter takes readings, so you can have a more impressive swing of the dial back and forth.
The picture doesn't do it justice. It's really a fun little lamp!
His project for today was a new journal.
Out of brass.
He cut the pieces of of scrap metal, attached piano hinges, took the "inner workings" of an old binder we had and attached it to the metal frame.
His next project is going to be the answering machine. We've got an ugly, 12-yr old answering machine that we hide in the cabinet, because it's just not attractive enough to be out "on display." His goal is to come up with something fun, so we can hang it on the wall in the kitchen and actually SEE that we have messages, instead of having to remember to look in the cabinet.
He really needed a creative outlet. He designs so many wonderful things for our home, and he hadn't had a chance to really jump in and do something fun for a long, long time.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
My husband, my hero
My husband is my hero. Truly.
My kids are wonderful, and I do consider it a joy to teach them at home, but that doesn't mean our days are stress-free, or that everything is all love, joy, peace, and a whole mess o' sparkles. Like most families, we had been having some problems lately. The kids were not taking their responsibility to complete assignments on time seriously, attitudes were bad, and the house... well, let's just say that the house was NOT getting cleaned up like it should.
I was getting so frustrated and fed up that I was ready to quit.
Enter my husband -- my knight in shining armor -- who came to my rescue. While I was too emotionally involved in the issues, he was able to calmly let them know in no uncertain terms that homeschooling is a privilege, and they were to treat it as such. He spelled out what he expected of them, and what would happen if they didn't shape up.
Just hearing him tell them how hard I work -- how much time I put into planning out their lessons, making sure we're covering all the basics... and how difficult it is to run a house while taking care of 7 children... and that we are living the life we are living because of the sacrifices that we are willingly making for the sake of the kids -- made all the difference for me. I was able to hear how much he values and appreciates all that I do, and I cried out of gratitude.
But there's more.
That evening, after cutting out all the coupons from the Sunday papers, I was looking at a HUGE stack that needed to be filed away... and I hadn't even begun to start planning out my homeschooling week.
Without my saying a word, he sat down next to me, and said, "here... let me file these for you, and you can start planning. You put in enough work shopping for us on Saturday, so let this be my contribution."
Is he not the most amazing man?
He sat down with a glass of wine, put on some jazz, and filed TONS of coupons while I wrote out the homeschooling assignments for the week. We had a great time together, and a stressful evening was turned into a relaxing time with the man I love.
My kids are wonderful, and I do consider it a joy to teach them at home, but that doesn't mean our days are stress-free, or that everything is all love, joy, peace, and a whole mess o' sparkles. Like most families, we had been having some problems lately. The kids were not taking their responsibility to complete assignments on time seriously, attitudes were bad, and the house... well, let's just say that the house was NOT getting cleaned up like it should.
I was getting so frustrated and fed up that I was ready to quit.
Enter my husband -- my knight in shining armor -- who came to my rescue. While I was too emotionally involved in the issues, he was able to calmly let them know in no uncertain terms that homeschooling is a privilege, and they were to treat it as such. He spelled out what he expected of them, and what would happen if they didn't shape up.
Just hearing him tell them how hard I work -- how much time I put into planning out their lessons, making sure we're covering all the basics... and how difficult it is to run a house while taking care of 7 children... and that we are living the life we are living because of the sacrifices that we are willingly making for the sake of the kids -- made all the difference for me. I was able to hear how much he values and appreciates all that I do, and I cried out of gratitude.
But there's more.
That evening, after cutting out all the coupons from the Sunday papers, I was looking at a HUGE stack that needed to be filed away... and I hadn't even begun to start planning out my homeschooling week.
Without my saying a word, he sat down next to me, and said, "here... let me file these for you, and you can start planning. You put in enough work shopping for us on Saturday, so let this be my contribution."
Is he not the most amazing man?
He sat down with a glass of wine, put on some jazz, and filed TONS of coupons while I wrote out the homeschooling assignments for the week. We had a great time together, and a stressful evening was turned into a relaxing time with the man I love.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
As if I needed another reason to love him...
My husband bought me an "I'm sorry you had to do so much laundry today" rose.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
My Hero
There are a lot of things in this world that gross me out, and many things that I'd rather avoid... but there is one thing in this world that will reduce me to a crying, sniveling mess every time --
a roach.
I'm a good mom... a mighty fine mom, in fact, and I have held more than my fair share of insects, spiders, and various creepy crawlies for my kids. I've picked up Daddy Longlegs and let them crawl up my arm to show my children how they move, how to hold them without hurting them, etc. I've grabbed land planarians so we could look at them under the microscope. I've dug up, captured, and held more bugs than I can count.
All this is to say that I'm not freaked out by our many-legged invertebrate friends.
Normally.
Which brings me to this evening.
I was trying to "beat the morning rush" by getting breakfast made this evening (at 10:45 pm... yeah, go figure. I'm weird like that). As I opened the dishwasher door to put in my plastic measuring cup, I saw the biggest, brown-est roach running in the door.
Oh.my.gosh.
I shrieked "ROACH!" and my husband came running from across the house.
He always does. Every time.
When his shoe failed to do the trick (the roach decided to hide between the cabinet and the dishwasher door) he dug around until he found the Ant and Roach killer spray and dispatched it to the great beyond.
Does he understand my fear of the greasiest, most disgusting of God's creatures?
No. Not one bit.
Does he mock me for my fear?
No. Never.
He faithfully comes running every time, no matter what he's busy with, to rescue me and slay the foul beast (and believe me, in South Carolina, we can grow them BIG!)
And that is just one of the many ways that my beloved shows me how much he loves me.
a roach.
I'm a good mom... a mighty fine mom, in fact, and I have held more than my fair share of insects, spiders, and various creepy crawlies for my kids. I've picked up Daddy Longlegs and let them crawl up my arm to show my children how they move, how to hold them without hurting them, etc. I've grabbed land planarians so we could look at them under the microscope. I've dug up, captured, and held more bugs than I can count.
All this is to say that I'm not freaked out by our many-legged invertebrate friends.
Normally.
Which brings me to this evening.
I was trying to "beat the morning rush" by getting breakfast made this evening (at 10:45 pm... yeah, go figure. I'm weird like that). As I opened the dishwasher door to put in my plastic measuring cup, I saw the biggest, brown-est roach running in the door.
Oh.my.gosh.
I shrieked "ROACH!" and my husband came running from across the house.
He always does. Every time.
When his shoe failed to do the trick (the roach decided to hide between the cabinet and the dishwasher door) he dug around until he found the Ant and Roach killer spray and dispatched it to the great beyond.
Does he understand my fear of the greasiest, most disgusting of God's creatures?
No. Not one bit.
Does he mock me for my fear?
No. Never.
He faithfully comes running every time, no matter what he's busy with, to rescue me and slay the foul beast (and believe me, in South Carolina, we can grow them BIG!)
And that is just one of the many ways that my beloved shows me how much he loves me.
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