After my last blog entitled “What I’ve Learned Since I Got ‘The Call,’” Carla requested the following: “For your next blog, how about telling us how your own Domestic God made all these changes in your life that much more bearable?” After several others jumped on the bandwagon, I did just that.
After thinking long and hard, here are a few of the ways my Domestic God makes almost everything in my life more bearable—the ones I can write about, anyway.
-> My Domestic God wakes me up every morning with a smile and a cup of
coffee. I choose to believe he does this because I’m worth it. He tells me
he does it because he loves me—and because of that pesky safety issue.
I’m downright scary until after I’ve had my coffee. The man has learned
the importance of buying great coffee and has extraordinary coffee-
making ability. It’s a gift.
-> Laundry and cleaning: Before I began writing seriously, my Domestic God
did laundry only when he was in fear of having to wear his “emergency
spare” pair of underwear—the dreaded Christmas Tigger boxers which,
in his estimation, were not only embarrassing, but very uncomfortable.
But I digress.
In case you are unaware, cleaning and laundry are my nemesis. As a
stay-at-home mom, I did my fair share of both. Okay, I’ll admit, I did as little
of my fair share as possible. Still, I did more cleaning and laundry than
anyone should be subject to in a lifetime.
When I began working toward publication, my Domestic God sat me down
and told me he’d been thinking. He’d decided that writing and taking care
of the kids were two full-time jobs. Since he only had one job, it was only
fair that he take over the cleaning and laundry. After he revived me from
my dead faint, he got very lucky.
-> Childcare: It’s understood that Domestic Gods either take over childcare
responsibilities when they come home from work or cook dinner. My
DG, while sufficient in the kitchen, is not the cook that I am. He always
took over the changing of diapers, bathing of kids, and telling of
bedtime stories while I cooked dinner. He regarded it as his quality time
with the kids. I regarded it as my quality time without them.
Until the kids were old enough to clean up after dinner, DG usually did
the dishes, too, God love him.
-> My Domestic God is willing to be brave and inconvenienced. He and
my son—DG-in-Training—are called upon to kill bugs and pick up dead
critters the cat drags in—even if it means driving home from work to
do so. My DG doesn’t understand why I can play with octopi and
snakes, deal with any amount of blood or medical procedures, not be
bothered by live mice and critters, but totally freak when I come in
contact with a dead mouse or squirrel, or worse, a not-quite-dead
mouse or squirrel. My Domestic God knows not to tease me about
my ick tolerance, and appreciates the opportunity to show his true
My DG in training has yet to learn either of those finer points.
-> I believe Domestic Gods must be handy around the house and with
cars or be willing to pay those who are.
It would behoove said DG to make sure whomever he hired be easy
on the eyes. I do so love a man in a tool-belt, but then, my DG has his
own tool-belt and can fix pretty much anything. He’s also easy on the
eyes, although these eyes wouldn’t mind some variety in dreamy
tool-belt-wearing men. Unfortunately, I’ll probably never get to drool
over another, but then I don’t have to deal with the guys who aren’t
so dreamy and have a penchant for showing off butt cleavage, either.
All the above is the honest to God truth, but I left out the most important
ways my Domestic God has made this journey bearable. He’s been my best
friend, my fiercest supporter, my biggest fan, my bullshit meter, and the
person with whom I celebrate all my successes and failures. And yes, we
celebrate failures. He’s taught me that you learn more from failures than
This adventure we’ve embarked upon is a learning experience, and I’m
going to make a lot of mistakes before I figure it all out. But in the end,
I know that whatever happens, my Domestic God will love and support
me through it all. That’s the most important quality in a Domestic God.