Thanks Annie.

Actually, that's why my first husband left me. Because I wasn't a good enough housekeeper, cook, or laundry person - like his mom was. She was the type that served three big meals a day from scratch, kind of the old fashioned type - and I just couldn't compete with her. I was brought up in a family that the parents were a team - they worked together to get done what needed to get done. It didn't matter who did it. My ex's dad never stepped foot in the kitchen and yet expected his wife and daughters to help chop wood or work on cars if needed.
It took me a long time to get over the mental crap that they laid on me. For the longest time I would joke about what I asked God for in my next husband - a Christian with a beard that could and would cook. And it's funny, because that's exactly what I got.

And I realized that I am not my clean or dirty house or the food that I put on my table. I am the mom that makes mistakes but loves my kids to the best of my ability, the wife that makes mistakes but loves my husband to the best of my ability, and most importantly, I am a child of God that loves me just as I am and thinks that I am precious, and that's all that matters to me!
