Sometimes the help we get isn't very helpful

Sometimes the help we get isn't very helpful
Family hands - loving and helpful

As a working mom, I need a great deal more help around the house than I used to just to keep up with the basics, like dishes, meal planning and laundry.

My family is trying to be helpful. Trying.

Often times, though, especially in the kitchen, I find objects such as pans, pots, mixing bowls and cooking utensils in the wrong places.

Since I'm the resident chef, even on the grill, I get to decide how my kitchen is set up and where things should be.

In fact, I'm such a creature of habit, that nearly 17 years into living in this home, I have NEVER rearranged my kitchen.

So, yesterday, after I got home from work, my hubby had emptied, filled and run the dishwasher twice, then hand-washed the items that don't go in the dishwasher.

He put away the dishes I had hand-washed the night before, and cleaned up all the stuff we used to prep our garden green beans for storage (that post is coming soon).

Then, since he works midnights, he went to bed.

Having changed out of my business casual office attire into my super, ultra comfy clothes, I started making dinner.

It took me twice as long to make, because I couldn't find anything.

I also had to rearrange cabinets as I went.

In order for things to fit in my limited space and to have access to the things in the cabinet, stuff needs to be stacked neatly from largest to smallest.

Otherwise, the pans, lids, bowls or pots will fall out on top of me or onto our tile floor, making enough noise to raise the dead, let alone my sleeping hubby.

The 9x13 baking pan and the cookie sheet got stacked. The stacking bowls got stacked. The utensil drawer got rearranged so that I could open/close it without catching my whisks on the top, and the plastic storage containers were neatly organized with the lids snapped together. Oy.

A few years back, my hubby gifted me with a very nice knife set. They are part of that "need to be hand-washed" group.

Nearly all of the knives were dirty when I left for work, so he hand-washed them, dried them and put them away.

When I pulled one out of the block to cut up some chicken, I almost dropped it on my foot due to the slimy, slippery greasy whatever still on the handle. It seemed as though someone intentionally smeared all of the knife handles with butter.

I know that wasn't the case, but....yuck! It was really dangerous, too, because I could barely hold on to the knife.

So, I stopped and washed all the knives, dried them and put them away.

I finished making dinner, fed my tweeners and cleaned everything up, again. Pots, dishes, knives, etc., were all cleaned, dried and put away.

Later that night, my hubby got up to go to work. What do you think I said to him after finding my kitchen in such a mess?

THANK YOU. I said, "Thank you for cleaning up the kitchen."

He spent a bunch of time cleaning the kitchen for me. He did it to help me. He did it, because he loves me. He did it, because he appreciates that I went back to work to help him.

Sometimes the help we get isn't very helpful, but when it comes from a place of love, concern, appreciation, good intentions and a good heart, be thankful for it.

I am incredibly blessed to have an adoring husband, whom I adore, too. I am incredibly blessed to have food in my home to feed us with. I am incredibly blessed to have healthy, smart, kind-hearted kids that love me, and I love them. I am incredibly blessed to have a home to raise my family in.

When I walk in gratefulness for the things I DO have, the things that I don't have don't matter so much.

So, when the help we get isn't very helpful, we need to be grateful anyway.

Philippians 4:8 (ESV)

8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (ESV)

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or  rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends.

How does your family help you? Are they helpful, or are you just grateful?

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