Dear Homebody in Progress,
I’ve always been a homebody, but it used to carry a very different meaning. It used to mean choosing to stay home, wrapped in a warm blanket with a bowl of popcorn, binging the ninth season of Love Is Blind on Netflix. But when my daughter was born in 2024, everything changed. What was once a preference to stay home suddenly became my fixed reality.
During this first year of motherhood, I often found myself overwhelmed by the weight of all my new responsibilities. I was taking care of this tiny, fragile human while still trying to be a wife, a homemaker, and some kind of contributing member of society. My time was no longer my own. Every simple task had to be worked around nap schedules, feeding times, and bedtime routines. Even taking out the trash turned into a strategy game, trying to figure out what to do with my baby for the twenty seconds I needed to step outside. It felt like trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces.
Now we’re heading into 2025, my daughter has turned one, and I still haven’t cracked the code of being a good homemaker. Some days I question whether I’m a good mother, a good wife, or even a good version of myself. I’ll clean the bathroom one day, but then the kitchen is a mess. I’ll clean the kitchen, but then the laundry piles up. And even when I get the laundry washed and dried, the folded stacks sit there for days before anyone puts them away. Life has started to feel like an endless to do list where every time I check one thing off, three more appear.
And I have good examples in my life, like my mother in law, whose house is always spotless and perfectly organized. I admire her. I try to learn from her. I try to implement the things she suggests. But so far, I don’t think I’ve impressed her with the state of my home. At least not yet.
But here’s the thing. I genuinely believe there is hope for me and my home. I have the desire to make progress, even if it takes years. I want to grow. I want to learn. I want to become the version of a homemaker that feels right for me, not perfect or staged, just steady and real.
I started this blog because I needed somewhere to put all my thoughts, frustrations, and tiny wins before they disappeared into another load of laundry. If it helps someone else along the way, even better.
Writing this blog exposes me a little bit, if it hasn’t already, but that’s the point. I want to show the real, honest, sometimes messy experience of being a mom at home. I want to reflect on what’s working and what isn’t. I want to keep myself accountable. I want to make progress, even if it’s slow, and even if no one else sees it but me.
So this is where I’m starting.
Somewhere between who I am and who I want to be.
Becoming the homemaker I want to be one tiny step at a time.
Sincerely,