The last time I invoiced my husband for my yearly Homemaking salary he said he needed a government bailout to make good. In fact whoever is in charge of paying me has been in arears for years!
Mom's, do you know how much you're worth? Well, MSN has the Oct 1, 2008 update for you. According to their very careful study that takes into accounts all the jobs you do, time off you don't get, overtime that you most definitely do... you're worth $138,095 K buckaroos! Now, don't go gett'n all high and mighty and strut your underpaid self all over the house and yodelling to the husband about how you're making more than him... that wouldn't be very humble. It's nice to know that if we were to market ourselves in the real world for all the odd jobs we do, we at least have a going price.
So how much are you really worth moms? YOU'RE PRICELESS. Money cannot buy what you do. Money cannot replace you. You are irreplaceable! What you do in the walls of your homes amounts to more than $138,095 a year. You are raising generations. You are building good communities, you're strengthening the nations of tomorrow. You are saving tax payers millions of dollars in criminal and public safety expenses.... you are raising good law abiding kids.
The influence of what you do in your homes has no price tags. Years from now, generations will call your name blessed because of what you do in your homes. Remember, you're laying up treasures in Heaven. You've partnered with a Heavenly King to bring his sons and daughters back to Him... your work is priceless forever.
My priorities are organized. My closet is not. This is why I do what I do. Yes, I'd love the $138,095 that the world says I'm worth. I could make that buck stretch for a few good families (a little homemaking humor). However, I know pretty well my pay day won't be for awhile. Will I be dead? Nah... I'll get a few advances on that payday when I see my kids marry a great person, or raise fabulous children, or serve others. Pay Day.
Off the pulpit. Just thinking today. Just grateful for the job that's mine. I'd take the job in a mansion or a dirt poor hut because it's mine to do. Bless all you dear readers for putting up with the decorating-homemaking-preaching whiplash I'm giving ya'll.