I have always wanted to be Betty Crocker. Well, not the real one (if she is even “real”), but the ideal of Betty Crocker. In my mind she is this lovely combination of Mrs. Clever, Rachel Ray and Heidi Clum. She is beautiful, active in the community, the model wife and mother. Her house smells like a delicious casserole or cake all the time, not to mention it is spotless and sparkling. She doesn’t worry about bills or bank accounts. She visits the butcher and baker once a week and when her husband arrives home from his high paying, low stress job dinner is served on fine china and a table set with the best silver.
I am not Betty Crocker. I am a Christian, a wife, a momma, a daughter, a granddaughter, a daughter-in-law, an employee, and a friend. My house smells like tearfree baby wash, last night’s dinner and Cyress (our Chessie). In each nook and crannie you can find crayons, playdoe and dustbunnies. I worry about my family’s health, my children’s education, retirement funds, job security and the impact I am making on the world. I grocery shop online and look for healthy but easy meals to fix for my family. My dining table is covered in homework, bills, and food from the last meal. And when dinner is served it usually comes on paper plates with paper towels. My life is messy like the floor under the kitchen table. I read how-to books and search for shortcuts that pay dividends of time.
I turned 30 last year. That magical “when I grow up” time is upon me. And, though I am not Betty Crocker, I am happy. This blog is my attempt to share my successes in hopes that other wanna-be’s can benefit.